I bought the new Hawksley Workman album today. Jonathan gave me a mini-CD of the first single, Anger as Beauty, and I was hooked to the unrestrained expressiveness of his voice. I’m generally not a fan of this type of music, but something about it has struck a chord with me.

I caught Anything Else at the World Exchange today. I went by myself, since no one I knew was interested in seeing it, and I didn’t think it would be appropriate to see such a movie with anyone else anyway. Going to the movies alone generally makes me feel awkward. I usually adapt the sense of humour I share with John when I’m by myself, which is of the “ludicrous” variety. For some reason, exaggerately bad situations can always make us roll on the floor in laughter, such as LL Cool J’s walk through chest-high shark-infested water to find his parrot in Deep Blue Sea, or Tom Cruise’s blindfolded search for sustenance in a fridge filled with rotten food in Minority Report. The more fucked the characters seem in a scene, the funnier it is. Unfortunately, not many people share this sense of humour, and I’ll be the only one laughing in the theatre. My muffled voice sometimes pierces the silence around me as my embarrasment about the inablitiy to control my laughter grows. At least with John there, I don’t feel so awkward about laughing at such things, even if we’re the only ones laughing. Anything Else, a movie full of painfully bad situations, had me cachinnating uncontrollably in a theatre full of silent watchers.