How to stope Remote App automatically turning FireTV on

2021.12.08 19:15 starfishrimmer How to stope Remote App automatically turning FireTV on

When i open the Remote App on my phone it remembers the last connected device and switches it on automatically.
A bit annoying if I'm using it in the bedroom and it switches the downstairs TV over to FireTV
Is there a way to stop it auto connecting to the last connected device?
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2021.12.08 19:15 Sir_Wack Predicting FFXIV's next jobs

So with Endwalker's full release, we got a ton of new content in the game, including Reaper and Sage, but with these new jobs, I've begun to notice a pattern, and using this pattern may allow us to predict the next two jobs to be added in the next expansion. This is not a definitive prediction since we're a long way away, but I thought it'd be a fun thought experiment while we're all stuck waiting in the queue.
So let's go over what information we have now:

Following both of these patterns, we can predict the next job releases will be one of three things:
  1. Tank+caster DPS (as per the Archetype and DPS Subtype patterns)
  2. Caster DPS+ranged DPS (as per the DPS Subtype pattern and the Stormblood release format)
  3. Tank+healer+caster DPS (as per the Heavensward release format)
Now, taking this information, we can infer that we will be getting at least one new tank and one new caster DPS, so let's just analyze these for our prediction.
Next, let's turn to the long list of canon jobs within the Final Fantasy franchise that haven't been explored yet that might fit the tank or caster DPS description (for reference, I use this list here).
Looking at Tank candidates, four potential options that haven't been looked at in FFXIV are:
  1. Magic Knight (essentially a PLD who uses black magic)
  2. Soldier (a melee job focusing on debuffing enemies and breaking their equipment)
  3. Berserker (a melee job that focuses on high damage but attacks uncontrollably)
  4. Onion Knight (a job that gains abilities based on their equipment, and gains skills in a similar way as the blue mage)
While all these options could be likely, I'm eliminating Berserker off the list, since as most of us probably know attacking uncontrollably and at random enemies is not exactly a good strategy for tanks.
I cannot make any bets here, but based on the remaining 3 options, I'd have to go with Soldier, since there isn't really a definitive debuffing job in the game so a debuff-based tank could certainly be a fun and interesting addition to the tank lineup.
Now, let's look at potential caster candidates. Looking once again at the list gives us two likely candidates:
  1. Geomancer (a caster that manipulates the battlefield and whose magic changes based on their current terrain)
  2. Time Mage (a caster that speeds up and slows down actions of enemies and allies)
These both seem a little janky compared to the predictions for the Tank job. On one hand, terrain-based magic would probably not fare well, especially if whole abilities change based on whether or not your in one area versus the next. On the other hand, Time Mage could be fun, but doing things like slowing down mobs' cast times or decreasing cooldowns of oGCDs could be really freaking strong. The one alternative job I thought of would be the Necromancer, which only shows up in Final Fantasy 5, but that job is not as prevalent in the franchise as the other two. Regardless, my vote would probably go to the Time Mage since time-based abilities seem really interesting and could be a fun break from traditional casters.
These are just my predictions based on the information we already have and what the game might look like in the future, but I think these are both solid candidates. What do you think? Do you have any predictions of your own?
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2021.12.08 19:15 BMust23 When can I use zyn(nicotine product) after having all 4 of my wisdom teeth removed?

I had oral surgery 7 days ago to get all 4 of my impacted wisdom teeth removed. I’ve been feeling pretty good now, but the sockets have not fully closed. When can I get back to using zyn?( which is a tobacco free nicotine pouch that goes in the lip) and would it disturb/ infect my sockets? Any advice is appreciated, cheers!
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2021.12.08 19:15 brogybear Best oil free mineral spf needed after ipl needs to be seb derm safe ?

Got ipl last night and got given spf but has argon oil in it . I really struggle to find a spf that doesn’t irritate or break out my skin but need one as it’s a must after ipl . Any recommendations would be appreciated.
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2021.12.08 19:15 sbpotdbot esports Daily - 12/9/21 (Thursday)

esports Chat: | /sportsbook Rules | Sportsbook List | /sportsbook chat | General Discussion/Questions Biweekly | Futures Monthly | Models and Statistics Monthly | Podcasts Monthly |
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2021.12.08 19:15 ILoveCheapWine Cheap wine: Fitz Roy Carmenere, $10

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2021.12.08 19:15 Soccer_Iover986 Researching Sailing in a dryland map

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2021.12.08 19:15 PennyOnTheTrack I saw a Floki billboard... now what?

First time seeing a cryptic crypto billboard, something about a viking and... I don't know, it went by really fast. But now I'm here, so I think it worked.
What is the deal with floki and why would it be advertising? Other than buying and holding, what do I need to know?
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2021.12.08 19:15 Guess-Individual Indoor light sensitivity after recent cataract surgery

My mother had a cataract surgery 3 days ago. The doctor said everything was fine when he removed the bandage the next day.
However, she's now having light sensitivity and has to wear dark sunglasses indoors and can't watch TV or use her phone. Is that normal?
Is it too soon to tell the doctor about this issue?
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2021.12.08 19:15 Ok_Interview_1080 Want To Hear Something Sad?

Well do you?
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2021.12.08 19:15 siddanddewey Found this written by someone on scream 4 from 3yrs ago., how true is it! I agree with this completely. 4 is the hardest to watch by far.. such a weak sequel

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2021.12.08 19:15 Care-Former What is this tall stalk on my tiny succulent?

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2021.12.08 19:15 bergwinner Silent Buffs and Nerfs

With the new season I've noticed two silent changes that weren't mentioned in the patch notes. Wamai Disc cooldowns have been reduced by 5 seconds and Maverick lost a cannister for his torch. I was wondering if anyone else had noticed other silent buffs or nerfs this season.
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2021.12.08 19:15 Erutious The Night I Met Soap Sally

The Night I Met Soap Sally The snowstorm was one of epic proportions.
It closed the schools for three weeks, right up until Christmas break.
And that was when the disappearances started.
"Better not stay out too late, or Soap Sally will get you." my mom called to me as I went out the door to play with Rob and Terrel.
I rolled my eyes at her, slipping my mittens on as I grabbed my sled from beside the door, "Sure, mom. I'll be sure to watch out for Soap Sally."
That had always been mom's little attempt to scare me as a kid.
When I was younger, like four or five, mom would use it to make sure I was inside before the streetlights came on. I remember the first time she ever said it to me; the moment ingrained in my brain forever. I was heading out to play in the sandbox in my front yard, something dad had spent all day building on his day off, and she had offhandedly told me to make sure I was in before dark because Soap Sally would take me away. I had stopped, little pale and shovel in hand, and asked her who Soap Sally was.
My mother just shrugged and said it was something her mother had always said, and the two of us had used it as a kind of personal joke from then on.
"Better get the groceries in before dark," I would say to mom, "Soap Sally might get us."
"Better hurry up and take out the trash," Mom would say, "I think I hear Soup Sally prowling."
We'd done it so long, it had become normal, but I wasn't a baby anymore. I was twelve, and I knew that Soap Sally was just some boogyman that adults used to scare kids. She was no more real than the Wampus Cat, another of my mother's colorful stories, and I put it out of my mind as I ran to join the others. Terrel had told us that his brother had told him about a big hill near Baskers Pond.
"It's so steep that when you come down it, you almost fly!" he said.
So I trudged through the fresh powder, over the streets that no longer looked like streets at all, and made my way towards the edge of town. My hometown isn't very big, one of those two stoplights and a gas station kind of places you always drive through on your way to somewhere else. There were maybe twenty kids my age in town, and our whole school was probably less than your graduating class. We knew we were living in a podunk town in the Georgia hills, and most of us dreamed of getting out after high school and doing anything but staying here.
For some of us, that dream was actually realized.
For others, the cemetery was all they had to look forward to.
I met Terrel near Baskers Park, a small little picnic and play area that butted up against Baskers Pond. The pond wasn't huge, but it was a great place to swim and fish in the summertime and just enjoy yourself. Today, however, it was a winter wonderland of fresh snow and chilly winds. Terrel was bundled up to his eyebrows in a thick ski jacket, and his snow pants had little rolls in them that made him look a little like the Michelin man. He, too, was clutching a battered old sled, and when he spoke, I could still see the air puff from his mouth.
"Bout time. Wheres Rob?"
That was when we heard a loud call from up the road, and Rob came running with a banana yellow disk under his arm. He was wearing a matching ski suit and a pair of thick snow boots that seemed to be the only thing he wore that wasn't yellow. His voice cut through the sound of the wind like a foghorn, and I wondered if we were the only people in the whole town not inside right now?
It was a little bit spooky, even in the middle of the day.
"Took you long enough." Terrel said, "Are we ready to sled?"
"If this hill is half as cool as you say it is, T, then I'm ready to sled till midnight!" Rob said excitedly.
With that, we set off.
We had all seen the hill in question. Overlook crest was the place to spread your blanket on the Fourth of July to watch the fireworks, or to have a picnic, or to sit and watch the boats that went fishing out there during the warm months. It offered a great view of the water, and as we trudged up it, the hill felt about twice as steep as usual. The snow made it slippery, and the three of us were laughing and pushing as we raced to the top. Terrel won, of course. Terrel was a beefy kid, and he was harder to push down than Rob, who was mostly skin and bones.
He set his sled against the snow, and when he slid down, he really did seem to fly.
We spent the day on the hill, sledding, snowball fighting, making snowmen, and generally enjoying the day. Blizzards like these were rare, and we had been having a lot of days like this where we were free just to be kids and enjoy our childhood. Sometimes we linked up with other kids from school to have snowball fights or play games, but mostly it was just Terrel and Rob, and me, enjoying the childhood we had before it was over. We had all expected it to end when we went to Highschool, the dying place of childish things, but none of us could have guessed that it might be something childish that ended our innocence.
I didn't notice it was getting dark until the street lights came on and sent a dazzle of diamonds up from the snow.
"Oh crap," I said, "moms gonna be mad if I'm late."
"Oh, relax," Rob said, "it's not like we have school tomorrow. As long as you're home before bedtime, why would she care?"
Rob's parents were never home, leaving him in his aunts or Grandmother's care since they worked late. Terrell and I, however, had mothers and fathers who would expect us home when the street lights came on, and I could see Terrel shuffling nervously too. We were all poised at the top of the hill, prepared to race to the bottom, and when Rob saw our looks, he rolled his eyes and jumped.
"Last one to the bottom is a baby!"
We all jumped then, putting on a burst of speed as we tried to catch him.
As we came down, I began to hear a strange sound. The rumble of something rolling down the street, the jingle of an almost merry bell, and the hum of a gravelly voice. I looked around, trying to find the source of the noise, and that's when I saw her walk under a street light. It was an old woman pushing a wheelbarrow or a small cart. We were heading right for her, and Rob was turned around backward so he could laugh and mug at us.
"Rob," I shouted, "look out!"
He turned just in time to smack face-first into the cart.
We swerved to a stop, Terrel and I running down the hill the rest of the way. We could already see the old lady bending over him to inspect the prone boy, and under the glare of the street light, he looked pretty bad. There was a big gash on his forehead, and blood was leaving red streaks down his yellow ski suit. Rob was groaning when we approached, and the woman looked up at us, smiling feebly as she rose to her full height.
She was as wide as she was tall, and she was nearly six feet tall. She wore a voluminous black dress, her hair caught in a scarf of a kerchief that trapped it to her head. Her hands were liver-spotted, her fingers long and spidery as they sank back into her sleeves. The cart she was pushing seemed to be empty, and I figured she was on her way to pick something up when we bumped into her. There was a bell attached to it, and as Rob flopped back against it again, it tinkled merrily.
"Deary me!" she said, and her voice was thin and spidery, "I didn't see you there, son. Are you okay?"
We helped Rob to his feet, but he was very shaky and hardly able to stand. I was worried that maybe he had a concussion, maybe even a broken skull, and I wanted to help get him home as quickly as I could. Terrel asked the woman if we could borrow her cart, but she said she needed it later and couldn't loan it to us.
"But," she said, "I will help you back to my cottage so you can call for help. I'll make you something warm to drink while you call your parents and let them know what happened. Put him in the cart now, and you can help me push him to my house."
I was hesitant, mom was always clear on not taking rides from strangers and certainly not going into their houses, but Rob groaned and wobbled then, which made up my mind. Our town was so small, after all. We had never seen this old lady before, but what were the chances that she would want to hurt us? No one ever wanted to hurt us and, despite all the lessons about stranger danger, we had never even heard of anyone getting kidnapped.
We loaded Rob into the wagon, the bell jingling as he slid in, and pushed it back the way she had come.
As it turned out, the woman lived in the woods behind Baskers Park. The tired rumbled over the woodchips that led to her house, and Rob groaned as he was jostled in the cart. We had left our sleds behind, and we moved unburdened towards a dark little cabin at the end of the long road. It looked spooky in the night, not a candle or a light to be seen inside.
"You can push him right in the front door," she graveled out, and as we neared, something screamed at me not to go inside that house. Common sense seemed to have reasserted itself, and when I paused on the steps to the front porch, the old woman and Terrel barely noticed. As the door came open, I could smell something like wax melting, the warm aromatic smell of tallow. There were floral smells as well and something akin to the cooking of bacon fat. There was another smell, though, something that prickled the hairs on the back of my neck. A coppery smell, a wet smell, and when I took a step back, the old woman seemed to notice that I hadn't come inside.
She turned in the doorway, and we made eye contact for a few seconds before she asked why I wasn't coming in?
"I just remembered that I," I thought of something anything, and landed on a flimsy lie, "my dad was coming to pick us up. If he comes to the park and we're gone, then he'll worry. So I probably need to…."
I had turned to go back down the cedar path, but suddenly her hand was around my wrist.
I felt my breath catch as I looked down at those long, spindly fingers. The bones creaked beneath the skin, and the flesh around them was so thin that I imagined I could see those bones through the pale wrapper that surrounded them. As firm as her grip was, her skin was waxy and slick. It reminded me of nothing so much as candle wax, heated tallow, and when I looked into her face, I could see nothing human there.
Her face looked like an exceptionally well-crafted mask.
A mask made of human skin.
"Come inside," she whispered, and I could see that her mask bore too much makeup. She had really caked it on, and it made her look almost clownish. Whoever had applied it had applied it roughly. Her eyes were like black pits beneath all that dark shadow.
"I," I whispered, my dry tongue battering at chapped lips, "I just need to tell my dad where I….:
"Your father can't help you now." she breathed, grinning with her mouth full of gravestone teeth, "but don't worry, you'll see him soon."
She yanked my arm then, and I saw my one chance to escape.
I pulled back hard and nearly toppled her from the porch, my arm slipping from her greasy grip.
I was running flat out as she cawed angrily behind me.
I didn't stop running until I reached my house.
My mom was waiting for me on the porch, looking angry as I came running up. She asked what I thought I was doing out so late? She asked if I meant to meet the Soap Sally that she always joked about? She asked me if I intended to freeze to death in the snow?
All those questions went unanswered.
All her anger disappeared as I wrapped my arms around her and told her that some old woman had taken Terrel and Rob. She called the police but seemed angry when she hung up. She told me that they must have thought she was someone pulling a prank. They told her that they would get right on it and that next time Soap Sally came after her to make sure there was less than a foot of snow on the ground. She sent me to bed, but my dreams were full of the old woman and her deep, pitiless eyes.
In my dreams, she got me.
In my dreams, she cackled as she peeled my skin off.
I woke up the next day to hear mom on the phone with Terrel's mom.
"He came home in a state last night, said some lady had Terrel, just like I told you last night. Didn't you find anything? I'll…. I'll ask him once he gets up. If he comes home, let me know, please."
She hung up the phone and came to talk to me.
The police came by later that day to question me.
I guess they were taking the disappearance of two children a little more seriously now.
I told them exactly what I had told my mom. Rob had hit his head, and the old lady had offered to help us. We put him in a cart and pushed him to her house. I got spooked and tried to run, but she grabbed me. I got free and ran for the house. I told my mom what had happened, but the police hadn't believed her. It seemed like they were interested in this house now and asked me to take them to it.
I gave them directions, but I refused to go anywhere near it.
They came back and told me that the house had been abandoned for years and asked if I was sure.
I told them I was, and they said all they had found was a little bit of dried blood and a black dress that might fit a horse.
They didn't believe me, that much was apparent, but they believed me after the soap arrived.
I woke up one morning, about a week after Rob and Terrel's disappearance, and walked downstairs to the smell of breakfast. Mom was making flapjacks and bacon, and the smell turned my stomach a little as the familiar odor assaulted my nose. To this day, the smell of hot fat makes me want to puke, and the smell of it always takes me back to that house and that day.
"Sweety, could you bring the milk in from the front porch?"
I looked outside, "The snow's three feet deep, mom. I doubt the milkman ran today."
"Well, I heard someone on the porch a few minutes ago. They left something and didn't knock. See if it's the milk before it freezes, please?"
Sitting on the mat, was a smaller wicker basket. Sitting on a bed of black cloth were square packages wrapped in wax paper. I felt my breath hitch as I saw the cloth but tried to shake it off. What didn't remind me of the old woman in the woods these days? I reached down to pick up the package and felt the semi-solid brick of soap as it smooshed a little in my fingers. I unwrapped it, not sure who would leave soap on our doorstep, and that's when I saw the note. It was under the soaps, written in a long spidery hand, and the words sent a shudder through me that the winter chill couldn't top.
"See you soon."
I felt the soap slip from my numb fingers.
When it hit the boards, I looked down and saw something that pushed a scream up my throat.
It was a bone.
A finger bone.
The police told my dad that it had been Rob's finger bone, but they found trace evidence of Terrel's bones in the other bar of soap. Both their parents had received similar baskets of soap and, unfortunately, Rob's Grandmother had brought it from her bathroom when the police came to check. She had been washing her hands with it all day, having no clue that she was washing her hands with her grandson's body.
My own Grandmother came to visit a few days later. She and mom had a long talk about something, and I got the feeling mom didn't want her to tell me something. As she shuffled to my room, I couldn't help but shudder as I imagined my door opening to reveal a huge woman in a black dress and shawl, leering at me as she smiled her witch's grin.
When my Grandma knocked, I told her to come in.
She sat on the bed with me and seemed to think about what she meant to say.
"I grew up in this town too; you know that. One night, my friend Grace and I were late coming home from a church dance. We cut through the park, and as we passed by the sign that said "Welcome to Baskers Park," we saw an old woman who was trying to fix her cart. She asked us to help her, asked us to help her get the cart to her house, and we obliged. No sooner had I seen her house, though, than I got a tickling feeling. My mother had told me about Soap Sally too, and I suddenly realized what that smell was around her cart. It was tallow, and lye, and blood. You got really lucky, kiddo," she said, giving me a little hug as her bones creaked in just that way Soap Sallys had, "don't press that luck by being careless."
She left then, and we never spoke about it again.
That was five years ago, five long winters ago.
The snow is back, and the days are short, but I haven't left my home after dark since that night I lost my best friends. Though I never saw her again, I knew she had seen me. Sometimes I hear the grumble of that cart, the tinkle of the bell, and it sends me running home as surely as it did that night I escaped her. My greatest fear is that she will make good on her threat one day.
One day, Soup Sally may leave me on my parent's front porch, their missing son unknowingly come home.
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2021.12.08 19:15 arodric I jumped out of a window and my life has never been the same since

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2021.12.08 19:15 CaptainFexis I deceived and took credits from LASSAVOU and because of it Fassa's shop didnt open - cant repair the airspeeder

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2021.12.08 19:15 rageinguitar [WTS] HE507K-GR X2 (VA)

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2021.12.08 19:15 Tbone1e3 cave update with shaders is beautiful...

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2021.12.08 19:15 Z-ComiX [Discussion] so I’m reading Arc 6, what is the community’s feelings on the “Mystery” of the Arc?

I’m enjoying aspects of Arc 6, but this Amnesia storyline isn’t hitting in any good ways for me. It’s pretty clear what’s going on given what has happened in the story so far and the contrivance of having Subaru forget everyone doesn’t really add anything to the story except redundancy since we know more than him and are waiting did him to catch up. It’s especially annoying in that a lot of arc 6 was good until this amnesia story, it feels like it is Tappei giving a story reason to go back to Subaru dying over and over again like in the previous arcs and have the same reaction/ horror from the greatest hits of the last arcs. It feels like artificial padding for some reason and It’s making it a slog to finish arc 6
I’d love to know what the community who read along with Arc 6 on release thought. Did you enjoy it? Did you solve the mystery early or were you questioning what was happening? What did you think of the Amnesia story?
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2021.12.08 19:15 zeuski52 Thank you u/sabinlerose for the awesome gifts! I definitely needed more mono eye in my life, its like you knew! These will help fill up the 2 empty detolfs I just set up :D

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