crowned with glory

It's never done that before so I looked it up and turns out Roku TVs have added all sorts of creepy things in the privacy section since I last checked.

One of which being they take screenshots from what you're watching and send them to third parties to identify it.

Fucking hell! Remember when every fucking device in your life wasn't a spy implanted in your home and working against your interests to try and sell your data? Remember how nice that was??

Remember when the TV was just a tool that would play the things you plugged into it?

Anyway apparently Mr. Eclipse made 5000 years' worth of solar eclipse graphics, which you can find the simpler versions of here

The sharpest, best-trained pilots make worse decisions when they're tired or sick or stressed out, so there's two of them. The most dedicated and experienced air traffic controllers garble an instruction over the radio sometimes, so pilots are trained to always repeat clearances back to catch misunderstandings quickly. The best and brightest maintenance mechanic still overlooks a screw or misconnects a wire once or twice in her career, so aircraft systems are built with two or three or four layers of redundancy, and pilots are exhaustively trained to deal with failures safely. 

Dad, I still can’t believe you’re gone. It hasn’t sunk in, or rather, I don’t want it to. It’s so hard to imagine that I’ll never see you again, that we’ll never talk again. I know you were suffering and that this is for the best, but you left us too soon. We still had so much left to enjoy together.

You asked me so many times to play in one last World Cup, and just days before it started, that was when you got the worst. It was the first time you weren’t going to be there for a tournament, but Mom kept telling me you were going to get better and that you’d be well enough to travel. I told you we were going to make it to the final so you could come.

We made it to the final, and you couldn’t be there. I wanted to win it for you, to bring you another one and show it to you. I couldn’t. My legs had nothing left in them. This time I tried to push past what my body was telling me, but I couldn’t. I never felt right.

When I got home, you thought we had lost the final on penalties. We never got the chance to talk about any of what happened. You couldn’t enjoy any of it. We didn’t become champions, but you have no idea how much we enjoyed every single match. Once again, you were right: I had to be there and play it.

I don’t know what I’m going to do without you. I don’t know how to keep going. I only ever played football, and now I have more and more doubts about whether I’ll keep doing it for much longer. You were by my side from the very beginning, and there was so little left until the end. Why couldn’t you hold on just a little longer so we could finish it together?

I’m going to miss you so much, but you’ll always be with me, and especially in the way I raise my children, because I’m teaching and raising them the way you and Mom raised me.

Rest in peace, and watch over us from up there like you always did here. Thank you for everything.

e.g. Azula per the text is essentially an irredeemable child psychopath, which is not a thing that exists in real life, and it is worth criticizing the writers for choosing to make her that. but she's not "actually a victim" because she's not "actually" ANYTHING.

And sometimes, you become fat. Something happened (puberty, change in diet, change in ability, anything) and someone who was once skinny is now fat. This doesnt make you a failure. It just means ur fat now. Its okay. You didnt do something wrong.

Carb starts your engine, protein keeps it going.