League Weekly Rewind 2025 (December 28, 2025)

Hey, welcome to a holiday-hang-time edition of the League Weekly Rewind.

We're in that awkward space between Christmas and New Year.  I had the whole week of Christmas off, but will work the Monday through Wednesday of New Year's.  

For our holiday greeting dispatched during Christmas Day, you can check in here.  

That cross-stitch you see above Jamie did by hand over about three or four months.  When the tree comes down, we'll put it on the wall there in the corner.  

I'm not surprised Jamie did such an amazing job, but I am deeply proud of the work she did.  

My father-in-law, DocDik, also got us a fun present, also Emmylou-themed.

We're just weird dog people now, I guess.

The Rest of Christmas

So, Christmas was at my folks' house, as usual.  Lovely dinner, some presents, and my mom had hired a photographer who came over and took family pictures.  Which I appreciate, because everyone else in the family fancies themselves a guerrilla photographer and waits until you're not looking and takes the most hideous possible candid photos which they post without asking.  OR, they wait until we've all been eating and drinking for hours, and then think "they're lightly sweaty, red-faced and bloated.  PICTURE TIME."

So, yes, we stand a small chance of having decent pictures this time.

The day after Christmas, pals Matt and Nicole came down to South Austin with their greyhound, Stella.  We had a lovely dinner, some cocktails and good times.  

Dug and K were here until Saturday afternoon.  I dropped them off around 2:30 and they were safely home in Berkeley before Jamie went to sleep.

Speaking of Jamie, she picked up one of several colds that are going around, so we're doing the chores for a bit - which is fair trade.  She took great care of everything during my surgery, etc...

Speaking of which...

Back on My Feet

Due to my lack of mobility during my Broken Foot Era, my exercise has been absolutely non-existent for months.  Today I took Emmylou for a walk and... holy smokes, was I winded by the top of a nearby hill.  

I'll be working hard to get back in shape, but that up-hill walk wasn't a wake-up call, that was a drill sergeant kicking me out of bed and banging a spoon on a pot over my head.  We'll be pushing a bit as we head toward something resembling a decent walking distance.  I was doing about 2.4 miles in the morning before the injury, and then more later for a total of usually 3.5 miles a day.  I was heading toward doing even more when the foot went wonky.

We need to also get back to the gym for strength stuff, of course.  But not til February when all the New Years' nuts have disappeared.

BONG BONG BONG BONG - Tis Christmas Day!

Hey!  Merry Christmas, people!  Happy Holidays!  Happy post-Hanukkah!  Happy coming Kwanzaa!  Happy post-Solstice for my witchier compatriots! 

However or whatever you celebrate - we hope it was a good one.  Or will be, when you get off shift.

So far we had a lovely Christmas Eve with Family and Neighbors and Blue Cookies that I am pretty sure I should not have eaten (broke my rule of "never eat anything colored blue").  We made Coquito - badly (I need a new blender) - and ate small sandwiches, drank wine, and generally had a good time of it.  Dug and K are here, and I am currently listening to the air conditioner go because it's 80 degrees today.  Feelings are mixed on this facet.

We had roll-wreath/ monkey bread and bacon for breakfast.  Then, did the present exchange.  Jamie spent months cross-stitching a picture of Emmylou for me, and it is amazing.

We had chatter with the screenwriter for probably the best Hallmark movie this season over at The Signal Watch.  We watched one of the most troubling Christmas movies which will post over at the Signal Watch at 6:00ish Central.

We're headed over to The KareBear and The Admiral's place for Christmas dinner and, maybe, family photos.  I have put on a lot of weight, so I am less than enthused that roly-poly-Ryan is getting immortalized, but that's what happens when you eat your feelings and can't walk anywhere thanks to a busted foot.  But I am looking forward to a fabulous family feast and festivities.

Oh, also, I watched pieces of It Happened on 5th Avenue, and next year we're doing a re-watch.

We didn't watch The Grinch, because I loathe the movie, but here's Martha May Whovier, the most confusingly foxy of Christmas characters.  

Here's a very good, brief Christmas sketch:

Anyway, Merry Christmas.  

May the most Texas-accurate Christmas tune of all carry you through:

Christmas Pals: Julebokk - the Christmas Goat

So, there's a whole lot of Scandanavian stuff here I don't quite grok.  

There's the Scandanavian habit of, much like Mari Llyd, dressing up and going around to get booze from neighbors (a solid plan!).  And that is referred to as Julebukking.  Neighbors who have not slammed the door in your spooky face now welcome you in for smorgasbord and a cocktail, I'd guess.

How this happens without already being drunk looking at the picture above, I can't say.  

But this may have originally been a tradition where the participants mostly dressed as goats, thus the name.  And how did we get there?

Jule means Yule/ Christmas-time, and Bok means Goat.  

League Weekly Rewind 2025 (December 21, 2025)

Emmylou is worn out by holiday cheer

I'm Out of the Sandal/ Boot

So sometime in mid-October I was put into a surgical boot, even before I'd actually had surgery on my foot.  Well, on the morning of the 19th, I had a round of x-ray's, high-fived with my surgeon, who is a super cool guy, I might add - and was given the all-clear to put on a shoe instead of the boot.

I had my shoe in the car and was delighted to do so.  I can't say how freeing it felt to not hobble around with that clumsy thing on my foot.  I even took Emmylou for a little walk yesterday.  And will now do so every day as I rebuild confidence in the foot and the walks get longer.

Happy Birthday, JimD

Today is the 50th Birthday of JimD.  

We're giving him a special 50th birthday shout out as Jim is the person who harangued me into start blogging back in the early 00's.  

I met Jim in a screenwriting class back at the University of Texas when, before class, he asked what comic book I had out on my desk.  I thought it odd a very straight-laced looking fellow would care, but I did not know how high Jim's freak flag truly flew.  We talked comics, sci-fi, etc...  

Anyway, Jim's understated sense of humor won me over immediately, and we pal'd around til we graduated and he went to Baylor for law school and I did whatever the hell it is I'm doing.  

These days, he's a successful practicing attorney!  Who sends me piles of post cards - which are now kept in a Krypto popcorn bucket.  

mail bag!

Jim facts:  

• Has seen more bands live than you and all of your friends combined, with a greater variety of genres and styles
• Knows more music than you do - I promise
• Has known RHPT longer than the World Health Organization has deemed safe
• Ran a successful law blog for years
• Genuinely enjoys the work of Ingmar Bergman
• Has sent me multiple separate autographs from separate Lois Lanes (Noel Neill, Margot Kidder, Elizabeth "Bitsie" Tulloch)
• Called me after seeing Batman vs. Superman and relayed the entire movie's plot to me in 10 minutes

What will the next fifty years hold for Jim?  None can say.  I expect it will be mostly practicing law, fighting crime and high kicks.

Here's to Jim, who deserves a damn good birthday.

League Weekly Rewind (Week of December 8th)

A'ja Wilson Gets Her Flowers

A'ja Wilson is Time Magazine's Athlete of the Year:  Time Magazine's article.

She also won AP's Female Athlete of the Year:  AP News article

We at League of Melbotis couldn't be happier.  And based on performance and accumulation of honors, it's hard to argue that she isn't the most accomplished athlete in their sport (across all US Sports) in 2025, while also taking the stage as a face for the WNBA during a crucial and messy period.

Christmas Pals: Mari Lwyd

Ah, Wales.  Beautiful.  Ancient.  Brave.  Steadfast.  Home of a baffling language and a horse-skulled excuse to get drunk.  

Apparently this is not some ancient character - it's just something some drunk Welshmen came up with.  Make a hobby horse out of a skull and go a-wassailing.  Horse skulls are kind of jolly, I suppose, and when you show up at someone's door with it, they kind of have to address you, so you sing and drink.  Not bad.

The Mari Lwyd is a skull affixed to a pole like a hobby horse and then you bedazzle that skull.  One person under a sheet carries it around, and another speaks/ sings for it as a leader.  And then a bunch of other drunks join in, singing in a small crowd around the figure.  You knock on someone's door, and you carol for booze.

No one is quite sure where the tradition started, why, or, indeed, what "Mari Lwyd" refers to - but it might just mean "The Gray Mare".  She ain't what she used to be, indeed.

So, no, don't fear the Mari Lwyd.  It's just here for your booze and snacks. 

Wait... am I Mari Lwyd?