In bed watching teh horror

Really the only cure for an icky, persistent cold.  That and being dragged (okay, willingly) in my sickly state to see Jackass: Number Two. No, seriously, I have a deep and abiding love for Jackass.  And it’s not because I’m an idiot emo girl who thinks Johnny Knoxville is just like, the hottest!  (Though he totally is, with his lil’ fauxhawk and that Tennessee accent.)  I think Jackass is relevant social commentary, particularly for my generation.  It works on a lot of levels. Hell, just go read matociquala‘s entry on crotch-grabbing, she explains it much better than I could at this level of horror movie saturation. Netflix is on a roll and sent me two more movies that didn’t suck and played in the DVD...