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.