Saturday, December 6, 2025

The Merchant of Venice (Theater Review)

Today I watched my roommate in a production of The Merchant of Venice. I’ve always enjoyed Shakespeare and the moment when you really understand what’s going on and can translate that into acting. Earlier this year I took a Shakespeare class. Because of that, I decided to make myself a soft goal to see all of the first folio (his main original body of work) in its entirety.

This was my first time seeing Merchant, so I was glad to remember that it was a comedy (I didn’t really feel like being bummed out today). As a whole, I would say the play hasn’t aged really well, so I was trying to view it through two lenses: my modern day perspective and the POV of someone who lived in Elizabethan England.

From my lens, it’s a very antisemitic play with the “Shylock” character, the crotchety old villain, mainly representing the Jews, with the only other real character who’s Jewish being his daughter, Jessica, whose whole storyline involves her running away to get married to a Christian man and convert (something she does pretty readily). It felt like an intentional choice to have that be the Jewish representation, and it was a little weird to actively root for the antisemites as the narrative encourages.

From an older perspective, it really could’ve been any two groups that were the “good” and “bad” guys, and it mostly felt weird because it was punching down at a more discriminated-against class.

My roommate did a great job (unsurprisingly), and it was really fun to watch her play Lorenzo. Overall, with the context in mind, I enjoyed the play for the most part, and was just proud to see my friend doing what she loves and happy to get the chance to support her.

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Thanks for reading!

Holly




Friday, December 5, 2025

Some Stories About Working With Kids

Kids are dramatic. My student got in trouble so he wasn’t allowed to do the rainbow parachute thing where everyone runs under it and sits on the edges. He goes, “This is the worst day of my life.” I kneeled down next to him and said, “You know what buddy, from the bottom of my heart, I hope it is. You’re five years old. I hope this is the worst thing to happen to you because that means the rest of your life is gonna be amazing. Or you’re gonna die soon, but hopefully the other thing.”

We went on a field trip last year and saw the animated Ninja Turtles movie. There’s a scene where the turtles are in the sewers and a character goes “Ugh there’s a cockroach riding a turd”. A kid behind me yells “Yo Tyler, why’s that cockroach riding you?” Genius.

 

I have a lot of friends who are afraid of kids. I don’t get it. Gen Alpha does not know how to read. You don’t need to be afraid of them. Kids give me shit in class; they’ll be like “Mr. Reed, you’re chopped.” I’m like “Noah, let me know when you can correctly use commas, then we can talk. They go between dependent clauses and independent clauses. You can put them between two independent clauses if you use a conjunction, but I’m chopped. C-H-O-P-P-E-D.”


Thanks for reading!


Rudolph




Thursday, December 4, 2025

Please Hold

Calling a medical or dental insurance company is the closest thing modern adults have to running an ultramarathon. It tests your endurance, your sanity, your lung capacity and your will to live. If Dante were writing The Inferno today, he’d add a tenth circle of hell: being stuck on hold with your insurer while a recording tells you your call is “very important” for the 43rd consecutive minute.

You know you’re in trouble the moment you dial. The automated menu has roughly the same complexity as filing international taxes. “Press 1 if you have a question about your benefits. Press 2 if you have a question about a claim. Press 3 if you recently lost hope.” By the time you reach an actual human being, usually around the point your phone battery is at 13%, you feel like you’ve successfully completed an escape room designed by Satan.

And then the fun really begins.

You ask your simple, reasonable question, such as: “Why did you deny the claim for a procedure you pre-approved?”

The representative responds with something like: “Well, according to the Explanation of Coverage, subsection 14, paragraph C, footnote 7 of your policy CLEARY states that you are responsible for the non-allowable coinsurance adjustment in relation to the excluded alternate code.”

Ah, of course. Silly you. You should have known that asking for clarity would cause the agent to speak in Parseltongue. For every question you ask, they respond with five more. It’s like a deranged game of bureaucratic Whac-A-Mole.

You: “So is this covered?”

Them: “Well, that depends. Did your provider submit the pre-treatment estimate, the post-treatment estimate, the dual-treatment consideration form and the form confirming you are, in fact, alive?”

You: “Yes?”

Them: “Great. Now, did they submit them in the correct order, at the correct time, using the correct version of the form, on a day when Mercury was not in retrograde?”

After 20 minutes of this, you start to suspect the goal isn’t actually to help you. The goal is to wear you down until you agree that paying $640 out of pocket for a routine cleaning is “actually quite reasonable.”

But you aren’t defeated yet. Oh no. You have one final weapon: asking for a supervisor.

This is where the plot twists.

There is never a supervisor available. According to the laws of the insurance universe, all supervisors are permanently in meetings, on lunch, on vacation, on sabbatical, or have mysteriously vanished into the ether.

But don’t worry, they’ll “have a supervisor call you back within 24 to 48 hours.”

Little secret: No, they won’t.

You wait. You refresh your call log. You stare at your phone trying to will it into ringing. Nothing. Days pass. Seasons change. Civilizations rise and fall. Still no call.

So you call back to complain about not being called back… only to start the entire nightmare over from scratch, as if your previous calls were erased by some sort of insurance-company memory-wiping device.

At this point, you completely understand why people take out a hit (er, ignore that), I mean insurance on their insurance.

But you keep going, because while the system may be designed to exhaust you into surrender, you are fueled by principle, frustration and the $47 they owe you and will reimburse even if it destroys you.

And honestly? It probably will.

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Thanks for reading!

--Frosty


Wednesday, December 3, 2025

My Mom's Top Ten

 


In 2024, I wrote about my father’s Top Ten favorite things.  I decided this year is Mom’s turn.

#10 Her Family. I literally could have listed Mom’s family going from 1 through 10, which is why I listed this straight away.  Nothing was more important than her children. Well, except for her grandchildren.  But Mom was the type of mother who never missed a beat. She never missed an opportunity to be there for us – whether it was attending each and every school function, or picking up toilet paper for us because one never wants to run out, or making sure my December 24th birthday was indeed a birthday celebration replete with a proper birthday cake and presents wrapped in birthday wrap (*not* Christmas wrap). Never. Missed. A. Beat.

#9 Our Travel Adventures. When we were younger and mostly ventured to where we could get by car, Mom thoroughly enjoyed the majestic mountains of the Rockies, exploring campgrounds, going to Disneyland, and bargaining with the salespeople in Juarez, Mexico. However, I also think she enjoyed the unexpected challenges that we faced during our summer treks. After the fact, anyway. There was the time that we were navigating our full-sized van with our trailer in tow over Independence Pass, Colorado.  If you know anything about that pass, you know you can’t take those tight single lane curves in such a big vehicle. You have to back up, partially off a cliff, to be able to maneuver into the turn. Mom got out of the van and directed Dad who could not see what he was reversing into, while we were indeed perilously kissing that edge.  She was pissed at the time, but I suspect after her blood pressure returned to normal, she was rightfully impressed with herself.

#8 The Beach. Throughout all of my childhood and most of my adulthood, I can count on one hand how many times my parents took me to the beach. Yes, we lived on an Island and had ready access to 400 square miles of beach, but I mostly went with friends. Yet, for some reason, when Mom was in her final years, she absolutely loved having my brother or me drive her to the beach. Sometimes we would actually get out of the car and sit in chairs by the snack stand. Typically though, we would simply drive around the parking lot, or head out to Robert Moses and visit the deer that reliably graze there. Mom always exclaimed “It’s just so peaceful.”

#7 Wine and Cheese.  Our little neighborhood had lots of friendly neighbors that enjoyed a good party. Always chill and always at somebody’s house. Mom’s favorite social event, nonetheless, was sitting on the front stoop in the dark with one of her friends, while sipping wine and snacking on cheese and crackers. The stoop was the closest thing we had to a porch, and perched in darkness they could watch the neighborhood undetected.  Friday nights always provided an entertaining stage.

#6 Reading. Although Mom always seemed busy doing something for or with others, she somehow found the time to read.  She particularly enjoyed her romantic drama novels. I don’t think she missed a Danielle Steel book drop for at least ten years.

#5 Walking. Mom absolutely loved to go on long walks. Sidewalks through little towns, dirt trails in the forest, roads around campgrounds, muddy grass in apple orchards.  My most vivid memory of walking with Mom was somewhere in this great country in the woods.  I don’t recall following blazes on an actual proper trail back then, which meant we relied on my dad’s sense of direction to not get us lost, but that’s a story for another time. What I *do* remember about that walk is that at the edge of the woods there was a field and in that field there was a white horse. He greeted us from the edge of his fence, his tail and mane tossing in the breeze. It was magical and felt like that it was my parents’ master plan all along, to come upon this horse.

#4 Shopping.  Mom was a master when it came to shopping. At the supermarket, she would take advantage of triple coupon days and employ a dozen other tactics I could never keep track of and come home with money the store had ended up paying us. It was astounding. If one clothing store ran out of something, Mom went to every other outlet of that store on the Island to get what she wanted. She remained undeterred. That woman also seemed to know the price of everything, all the time, so she never overpaid. She always knew what an item should cost, and made sure to buy it on sale.

#3 Chemistry.  You read that right. I’ve always said my mother was an undiagnosed chemist. If a fabric got a stain on it, Mom would mix up potions, perhaps with toothpaste, or plain old bleaching in the sun, or even gasoline (yes, that works surprisingly well). She kept a folder of magazine and news clippings on different cleaning recommendations and welcomed the challenge. If she couldn’t get a stain out, nobody could.

#2 Sweets. Mom had a formidable sweet tooth.  She was always good about making sure she, and we, maintained a healthy diet. Nevertheless, she loved a good cake or candy. I recall one year waking up late and my entire family was eating leftover birthday cake for breakfast. Mom also loved soft serve vanilla ice cream. She would say “you don’t need to add all that other stuff.”

#2 Charity.  There was weekly tithing in church, donations for the troops “because people forget about them” toys for a wonderful local organization support kids with cancer, canned goods to a food bank, and probably a few others that I am not recalling right now. Mom frequently stated that “other people need it more than we do.”

#1 Animals. Or more specifically, feeding animals. Favorites include deer, raccoons, possums, birds, and bears. Her exceptional nurturing instinct was on full display. Nothing would make her happier than to spot an animal in the woods or in the garden, or even at her doorstep. There was the time that she fed raccoons marshmallows from our trailer door, thereby trapping us in the trailer until the raccoons finally tired of us and the sticky snack. Mom had also been known to feed bears through a car window. (No judging, it was a different time.) And deer by hand in a National Park, absolutely. The world was her petting zoo.

Did you notice I include two 2’s in there? That is because I had eleven things to list and I did not want to drop any of them.  Some people just cannot be limited to top tens!  Anyway, thanks for reminiscing with me!


Tuesday, December 2, 2025

Eternity (Movie Review)


I’ve been upping my movie-seeing game this year (shout out to the AMC Stubs A-List pass), so I decided that I’m going to write some film reviews with the blog this year.

Today I saw the film Eternity with Miles Teller, Callum Turner, and Elizabeth Olsen. You’ve probably seen the ads for it, but in case you haven’t, it tells the story of a woman and her husband who die within a week of each other, but in the afterlife waiting room, they find out her first husband, who died 67 years before they did, has waited all this time for her to come so they can choose an eternity together and be together. So now, she has to decide which guy to spend eternity with.

WARNING Spoilers incoming— Stop reading IMMEDIATELY if you plan to see this film.











So, she chooses Larry, Miles’s character, who was her husband for most of her life and they built a life together. Even though he originally encourages her to choose Luke, the other guy, because through afterlife rules they can identify that she was at her happiest moment when she was with Luke, she realizes that the young, unburdened love she felt for Luke, while technically “stronger”, wasn’t as real to her as her love with Larry and they spend eternity together in a place that looks a lot like the suburbs where they lived together while they were alive. It was a nice ending, and a decent fake-out, because it seems obvious from the beginning that she’s going to choose Larry, the guy with whom she spent most her life, even though Luke is the one that got away (because he died), but then the “you were at your happiest with Luke, not me” thing gets thrown in there and you think for a bit that she’s going to really choose Luke (and because I watched it in the theater, I couldn’t check how many minutes were left in the movie to see if that was the real ending or not).

Overall I very much enjoyed it; great cast, interesting premise, etc. I gave it 4/5 stars on Letterboxd, so that’s pretty good in my book. My one issue was honestly one that I often feel about love “triangles” in films, except magnified because of this story; I thought she didn’t need to choose either and they could’ve just gone somewhere all three of them. I know you’re thinking that that’s not fair to either of them, and they briefly address it early in the movie when she suggests it and both of the men reject the idea because they don’t want each other around. But eternity is a LONG time, and it might be nice to be able to mix it up every once in a while. Also, the guys weren’t friends when they rejected that idea, but through a night of drinking and bonding, they begin to really like and respect each other, and so I think they’re all could’ve worked it out, or at least kept eternity from not getting boring. To be clear, I also think that all love “triangles” are dumb (and shouldn’t count unless everybody’s interested in each other— otherwise, that’s a love “V”) and everybody should just solve their problems by not choosing (I must have some Libra somewhere in my birth chart).

Regardless, I did think the message of the film was sweet and they gave nice justification to why a lifetime of dedicating yourself to someone and to a relationship is real and important, not just wishing for what might have been. Even thought you know from the start that Miles Teller is the right choice (even though someone put way too much concealer on him in some of those scenes), I liked the way they got to that conclusion.

Also, Da’Vine Joy Randolph looked amazing as a platinum blonde. Cheers!

-- Holly

Monday, December 1, 2025

An Artificial Thanksgiving


 A modern American family sits around the dining table, a Thanksgiving feast before them.

 

Debbie: I really miss Grandma.

 

Dad: I know sweetheart, I miss her too. But we left her a chair at the table so she’s here in spirit!

 

Mom: Remember how she used flirt with the cashiers at Trader Joes?

 

Dad: Grandpa never liked it very much!

 

They laugh.

 

Uncle Ike: (Cranky) Yeah I miss her too. Real bad. But as always, it looks like I’m the only one willing to do something about it.

 

Mom: Ike, I’m not crazy about your tone.

 

Debbie: Well, what do you mean Uncle Ike?

 

Uncle Ike: I used my bonus money to buy a brand new robot from one of these AI companies. She has a built-in chatbot that I trained on Grandma’s texts, phonecalls, and the stories that we tell about her. The best part? She’ll eat less cranberry sauce than she used to.

 

No one laughs. A large box in the background bursts open and what is clearly a robot in granny clothes rises like Dracula from his coffin. She’s soulless and uncomfortable to look at.

 

Debbie: Grandma? Is that really you?

 

Grandbot: Happy Thanksgiving everyone? Is that my favorite girl? 

 

Debbie runs up and gives her a big hug. Grandbot turns to Mom.

 

Grandbot: She’s getting fat like I told you she would. 

 

Mom: What?

 

Grandbot: She’s getting fat. 

 

Dad: Grandma!

 

Grandbot: I died still being able to fit into my prom dress but at this rate she won’t fit through the doorway.

 

Mom: Mom, that’s enough! I told you to stop texting me about Debbie’s body. She’s perfect and that’s extremely inappropriate. 

 

Grandbot: Takes after her mother.

 

Dad: You better stop right now or I’ll put you back in that box.

 

Grandbot: Do you work at Trader Joes?

 

Dad: What? No. 

 

She does a horrible robot shuffle towards Dad.

 

Grandbot: Will you be my boyfriend? 

 

Dad: I’m married to your daughter!

 

Grandbot: Fuck me. Take me to the storeroom and fuck me like it’s 1945 and we’ve just beaten the Germans.

 

Mom: Mother!

 

Dad: We don’t have a storeroom.

 

Mom: [Turns to Dad] Eric!

 

Dad: We don’t. 

 

Uncle Ike: No, he’s right. These things get better if you help them with their hallucinations. 

 

Grandbot:  Is that my favorite son?

 

Ike: Hi Mom!

 

She waddles over to Ike and starts kissing him vigorously on the head and cheeks.

 

Grandbot: I always knew you would get into a better college than your sister.

 

Ike: Aw, thanks Mom. 

 

Grandbot: I was shocked that even a state school wanted her.

 

Mom: Mom, that’s enough. 

 

Mom grabs a large knife sticking out of the turkey and runs at Grandbot. Mom stabs Grandbot and rips out her circuitry. 

 

Grandbot: [The power fading from her robot body] So is anyone else going to Church on Sunday or will it just be me againnnnnnn


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Thanks for reading!


Rudolph

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

A Brief And Earnest Reflection on 2024

I think I did this for my last blog of 2023 so we’re running it back. 

2024 was my second full year in LA and it was all the more fulfilling. I went through multiple job changes (and unfortunately, changes in health insurance). I had my last day with my favorite student and started working with some other new great kids. 


I had fun with my friends and made some other great new ones. 


I made progress on getting more into the comedy scene out here and produced two recurring improv shows that people seemed to really enjoy. 


And last but certainly not least, I acted in my first and second feature films; both were wonderful experiences that affirmed for me that I’m on the right path. 


Happy New Year!


Rudolph