Andrew J. Lederer

i didn't write any more material for the job submission yesterday.

i figured i could do more over the weekend. (though i haven't done any yet.)

i didn't go out to the gym and get my stuff before closing to avoid the possibility of my lock being clipped.

i did call the gym and tell them i meant to come but couldn't so could they please not clip my lock.

(they didn't.)

i transacted the questionable financial transaction -- then wasted some of the money having lunch with the guy on the transaction's other end. (actually, there are more than two ends to this transaction.)

then i hung out with another friend and sometime collaborator, with bought us fried calamari at a bar in the south street seaport area.

later, i was going to see the premiere of a film i'm in and before that, i wanted to get over to the east village comedy venue rififi for its reopening, as they were (briefly) having an open bar and i wanted to see how the place looked.

but that plan left precious little time to spend at another friend's place and he had been preparing a dinner and had had a stressful week and, i'm guessing, was looking forward to my visit, plus i had committed to it.

so, i went there, even though i was both stuffed and pressed for time, and i ate the dinner he made (a "mexican lasagna", which was great), and he fell asleep in his chair and i worked on my computer and i didn't get over to rififi and, a good time was, presumably, had by all.

after which, i went to the film premiere, which was actually the premiere of two episodes of the "electra elf" series plus a showing of an earlier adventure.

the second of the two premieres was a highly political, experimental, off-format episode featuring a puppet named nimbus who flew through computer effects and puppet worlds (and borrowed footage), wittily spouting every modern conspiracy theory (9/11 inside job, etc.) at breakneck speed to genuinely terrifying effect.

it was terrific but more important to me was the first episode shown, a more straightforward comedy/adventure/satire in which i was not as good as i'd remembered feeling (and saying i was) on the day of the shoot.

actually, i was pretty good in the closing scene. (as the editor of the magazine where electra elf's alter ego works, my scenes generally frame the episodes.) they may not have used my best take in the opening as i'm not the star and a different take of the single wide shot in which the opening was played may have been better for electra elf (and who cares about me?)

fortunately, the older episode, "hellbound heiresses", which closed the night (it starred, among others, neal medlyn, who co-starred with performance artist karen finley in "george and martha") surprised me (i hadn't seen it before) with a long, complicated opening "aria" by me that was perfect.

and i remembered thinking i hadn't been good enough that day.

so, who knows about this kind of stuff?

although, again, maybe the scene i thought i'd done badly was a different one -- we shot scenes from a couple of episodes that day.

or maybe my triumph was cobbled together from effective pieces of various takes. (the well-edited marvel was no mere wide shot).

i don't know. i just know i was good.

which proves i can be.

i need at least that to be clear to me and the world.