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Christmas went well enough yesterday. We went over to my sister and brother-in-laws, and she actually had to watch the Beyonce half-time show for professional reasons, so we saw that, and spent some time afterwards trying to explain it to mom. Mom and I both got new puzzle boards with covers for protection from the cats, and I also got The Imagination Chamber and the second volume of The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation.
I watched the Doctor Who Christmas special this morning. I genuinely enjoyed it, but there was multiple points during it I became very aware of the Moffatness of it, and how much I had not missed his writing. It might have even been Ncuti who carried it, more than anything else.
Although the big thing I'm getting for myself is yet to be determined. It was Sunday evening when I dusted off Elder Scrolls Online to play for the first time in a while, and found the launcher first refused to update, then got stuck on the loading screen. Monday morning their tech support informed me the game is no longer compatible with my current graphics card. Which was when I first wondered if getting a better one might fix my Baldur's Gate lag problem as well. I ended up emailing the IT people mom and I normally go to, asking if I should get a new card, or just a new computer, since I really don't know if this one can even handle such a thing. One of their guys now wants to talk to me, but we missed each other's calls Monday evening, and I think he's been on holiday since, so...

One good thing about there being no Critical Role this week: it made it easy for me to watch the animated recreation of The Faceless Ones. It became another Doctor Whoe thing that made me aware of just how much I was missing the regular series. It was certainly dated, especially in how many events of the story it just did not think through, but not as much as plenty of surviving 60s TV. (I've watched a few old Star Trek episodes in recent months. Inevitably there's moments in each and every one of them that make me cringe.) And however he may have varied between his regenerations, one finds in the Second Doctor the same core moral philosophy and semi-humourous behavior as we now see the more recent Doctors display. Some things don't go out of style.
My poor mother is trying her best to attend the Jane Austen virtual conference, but none of the methods they gave her for logging on are working. We don't know if it's just at her end, of if the entire thing's down. At least if it's the latter, she should get a refund, but who knows.

Trip to the museum didn't happen; sister not up to it after dealing with her niecelings yesterday. So instead spent the morning watching Russian Nationals, at least when I could get either espn's weird premium cable-requiring streaming to work or get a Russian TV stream working. Generally disappointed by the men's results, more pleased by the dance, and waiting to see what happens in the ladies, though at this point it would take quite a turn of events(or an injury relapse) for that Europeans(and probably Worlds) team to not be Liza T, Elena R, & Adelina S. Julia L simply hasn't earned it, and Anna P doesn't have the clout to not be bumped off.
Did mostly watch the Doctor Who Christmas special last night, though dozed during the first half hour. Actually found it scary, simply because I often have throbbing in the side of my head(and did last night) due to my sinuses, which was annoying, since it didn't really make much sense. The Doctor Puppet special was better.
Mom and I now have plans to go to the museum by ourselves tomorrow, but I don't know.