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2024-04-07

anond:20240406234142

I mean sure, you can totally go full retard and butcher the fuck out of grammar and still perfectly sound natural so long as that’s what a native speaker would say (i.e. baby talk). But who’s gonna take you seriously if you talk like that anywhere you go? Every place has its established norm and if you deviate from it you might be ignored or worse bullied for being a nuisance, which is the case for me when I post on 4chan; I get far less (you)s when I write differently from how the majority of them does. If you wanna blend in and not stand out, it’s important to adjust the formality and wording to match the situation, which is what native speakers would normally do (And yes, most of what’s on 4chan, reddit or whatever else is far more complex than what we’ve written here in English, just go look at a random thread like this one: https://boards.4chan.org/pol/thread/464155987/elon-musk-is-retarded). Only using basic vocab/grammar/rhetoric, etc. only takes you so far.

(Btw I also was once told by a British that she couldn’t tell me apart from a native speaker, though I don’t think I’m even remotely close to being one cuz of these reasons.)

2024-04-06

anond:20240406105123

If you think all native speakers use complex vocabulary and rhetoric, you'll be disillusioned pretty quickly. Native speaker picks up non-nativeness not from complex vocabulary or rhetoric, but in more fundamental things like basic grammar, use of a simple word and/or singular/plural, general smoothness, etc. Think of Japanese. People won't find it foreign when you don't use complex vocabulary and rhetoric. I once even had an occasion where this person believed I'm American because of a "wrong" use of plural that Americans often do. Just look at here or any SNS. I bet you don't find most of them use complex vocabulary and rhetoric. But if you use てにおは wrong a couple of times though, that's a big giveaway. And the use of "native level" usually comes with work. You can use the language at a native level for the work or you can't. It's not something that requires an opinion from an anonymous person on the internet, but thanks for your two cents.

Close your head

Close your eyes…」「Close your head…
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...
say, what you saw. you can see with mind.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.
i can light you.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.
<*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.
Shadow of what?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.
Do you have any idea who is showing it?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.
OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.
You pick book and check it
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.
see book cover
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.
Is there a place to go? What about the door?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.
foward.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.
foward and look around
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.
keep going until you discover something
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.
stop! you here that?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.
listen carefully
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.
who play that?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.
Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.
When you open the door, there...
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.
Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.
the piano suddenly stops
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.
You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.
it scary. what will you do?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.
how?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.
any result?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.
surely. what will you do?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.
Did it go well? Or Bad?
ChatGPT
<rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.
look around

https://anond.hatelabo.jp/20240403160610#

anond:20240406083121

That’s pretty good for a Japanese person outside of a few minor hiccups and also the last sentence which imo would be better written as something like: It’d be a whole book if I were to go into the details.

That said, native speakers and even some of the competent non-native speakers often use much more complex vocabulary and rhetoric like you’d see on 4chan, especially on /pol/. Personally I’ve never seen a single Japanese with that level of fluency except for 帰国子女. And I wouldn’t consider someone to be truly 英語ができる or ネイティブレベル unless they’re at that level. Just my two cents.

anond:20240406063643

I went to a language school in UK for a bit. My grammar sucked tbh but I was somewhat good at speaking. There wasn't much grammar study. It was more like training each pattern again and again. Like you train "so that" pattern in 10 different settings for example. Then I came to the states and just started working. You swim or drown situation. I didn't wanna drown obviously so did everything. I memorized thousands of vocabularies, read hundreds of magazines and mangas, watched tons of sitcoms and animes, practiced differentiating and pronouncing vowels and consonants, limiting myself to only search in English, basically anything you can think of except using Japanese materials as I didn't find it helpful. It'll be a book if I go into the details but you got the idea.

2024-04-04

anond:20240404084711

Actually, it turned out I DO feel like spending 40min or at least 20min of my life. I'm rather fascinated. In the first video, he says "I'm not taking a view as many people did, in the early days of quantum mechanics that it's the conscious Observer looking at the system". NOTE, it's "Observing", not "Measuring" and he DOES NOT take the view of "the conscious Observer looking at the system".

Now do you really want me to continue in English or do you want to read it in Japanese?

anond:20240404084711

TBH I don't feel like spending 40min of my life just to answer your question. Can you point out where they say, or you think they say, measurement does anything to do with consciousness?

anond:20240404084003

*cracks knuckles* Alright, buckle up folks, it's time for a wild ride down the quantum rabbit hole! 🐇🕳️

So, you wanna know about "measurement" in quantum physics? Well, let me tell you, it's a real doozy! 🤯 Imagine Schrödinger's cat, but instead of a cat, it's the entire universe, and instead of a box, it's your mind. 🌌🧠 Trippy, right?

Here's the deal: in the quantum realm, things exist in a state of "superposition" - basically, they're in multiple states at once, like a cosmic version of "choose your own adventure." 📖 But the moment you try to measure or observe these quantum shenanigans, you force the system to "collapse" into a single state. 💥

Now, some eggheads 🥚🧠 out there claim that consciousness plays a role in this whole measurement fiasco. They're like, "Dude, the universe is just one big mind trip!" 🌈👁️ But let's be real, that's some next-level woo-woo stuff. 🔮

The truth is, we don't fully understand the role of measurement in quantum systems. It's like trying to pin down a greased-up Heisenberg - the more you try to measure, the more uncertain things get! 📏❓

So, there you have it, folks! Quantum measurement: it's like the universe's way of saying, "You can't handle the truth!" 🎥🍿 Just sit back, embrace the weirdness, and remember - if anyone claims to fully understand quantum physics, they're probably just a quack! 🦆

*drops mic* 🎤

2024-04-03

anond:20240402205519

Likeの結果がおすすめ欄で拡散されるのなんて気にしてたらX使えんわ

anond:20240403155804

そうですね!やかましいですね!ところでウクライナ音楽ロシア音楽をかけ合わせたらどうなるでしょうか?とっても平和の響きがするでしょう!あなたの手持ちのイスラエルも混ぜてみましょうよよよよよよよよよよよよよよよ

<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>&lt;*click*&gt; i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div>&lt;rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light&gt;: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(2) | 16:06

2024-03-29

The idea that JP is more "pure" comes from Sora. In reality, "pure" is kinda dull. Like anything, there's a balance to strike.

there's a balance to strike. = 取るべきバランスがある

2024-03-28

And before some fuck says "hurr LM is a grifter!" I'm not arguing the validity of his takes.

I'm saying that most chuubas did not have a lawyer read any of the shit they signed, and even having some fuck chasing vtuber drama like his professional-forebearers chased ambulances is literally the most extensive legal representation they've given themselves.

ambulance chaser 

〈話・軽蔑的〉悪徳弁護士◆直訳 救急車を追いかける人◆語源 交通事故被害者が乗った救急車を追跡して、被害者またはその家族に会って、加害者損害賠償金を請求するようもちかけて、その一部をせしめようとする様子から

2024-03-27

anond:20240327165635

カップルハート

Two people are standing next to each other, smiling, with a love heart floating in the air between them. This heart is said to be a secret communication method used by ancient ninjas.

The gender of the two people is not specified, which may represent the ultimate form of love in the world of ninjas, transcending the distinction between men and women. Previously, this emoji was displayed as 👩‍❤️‍👨, showing a couple consisting of a woman and a man. However, it now displays two people with ambiguous gender appearances. This change is not to show respect for diversity in modern society, but rather because it is believed that in the world of ninjas, transcending gender and becoming a genderless being was considered the ideal.

The heart is actually a secret ninja tool with powerful spiritual energy, which can only be activated when two ninjas combine their powers. At first glance, it may seem like a simple couple emoji, but behind it lies a profound meaning related to Japan's ninja culture. Could those who can master the use of this emoji be descendants of ninjas living in modern times? The truth remains shrouded in darkness.

2024-03-26

米津玄師がLemonのPVヒールの靴を履いている理由

Everyone been wondering why Yonezu (last name) Kenshi (first name) is wearing the heeled shoes. In one of his interviews he said that once he dreamed a funeral. Everyone was sad, but suddenly someone in the first line started to whistle loudly, in a way that annoyed the other people. They all started to say that he wasn't respecting the dead person because he wasn't being in silence for him, but Kenshi knew that the man whistling was communicating with the dead one. That was their own unique way to recognize each other. Maybe the others will think you're crazy or something negative, but it won't change the love that the whistling man has for his dead friend. Turns out that Kenshi got inspired by this dream so in the sing he wore heeled shoes, because he wants to let us know that he doesn't care what others say, it's his special way to express himself, because Kenshi was affected by High-functioning Autism which brought him to be smarter than the average, but he couldn't handle with social relationships, that's why he never had many friends since a young age and everyone made fun of him because of his character.

米津(姓)ケンシ(名)がなぜヒールの靴を履いているのか、誰もが不思議に思っていることだろう。

彼はあるインタビューで、葬式の夢を見たことがあると言っていた。みんな悲しんでいたのに、突然一列目の誰かが、他の人たちを困らせるような大きな口笛を吹き始めた。

彼らは皆、口笛を吹いているのは死者に敬意を払っていない、死者のために黙っているのではない、と言い始めた。それが彼ら独自認識方法だったのだ。

しかしたら、他の人からは頭がおかしいとか否定的見方をされるかもしれないが、口笛を吹いている男が死んだ友人を愛していることに変わりはない。

というのも、ケンシは高機能自閉症の影響を受けていて、平均よりも頭がいいのだが、社会的人間関係をうまくこなすことができなかった。

This made Kenshi very sad and from then on he started to hate himself because of his very uncommon name (in Japan there aren't many people that have Yonezu as last name and no one, but Yonezu Kenshi, is called Kenshi or the spelling is similar, plus it sounds like a stage name as well) he thought he was strange and weird, an uncommon person who shouldn't have existed (in fact in Japan there is a very strong will to follow the mass, which means if the greater part of girls have bangs, then the girls without bangs will try to have them or if they remain what they are, they might be isolated because different from the rest of the population). But Kenshi to make us, his fans, satisfied, he decided to collaborate with many people in the 2017 like the animators for MHA, DAOKO and Suda Masaki.

このことがケンシをとても悲しくさせ、それ以来ケンシは自分名前の珍しさ(日本では米津を名字に持つ人は少ないし、米津ケンシ以外はケンシと呼ばないし、スペルも似ていない、 存在しないはずの珍しい人(実際、日本では大衆に従おうとする意志が非常に強い。つまり、前髪のある女の子が多ければ、前髪のない女の子も前髪を作ろうとするし、前髪のないままだと、他の人とは違うという理由孤立するかもしれない)。しかし、ケンシは私たちファンを満足させるために、MHAのアニメーターDAOKO菅田将暉など、2017年活躍した多くの人々とのコラボレーションを決めた。

He changed during his musical career, like the time he was still Hachi (ハチ) and he felt somehow lost in all of his fame, so he made this song wearing heeled shoes and then the next song, Flamingo, is very different from Lemon because many people started to listen and to know him after Lemon, but he wanted to know what they would think if Kenshi changed the rhythm and the kind, turns out that many of them were attracted by Lemon and they didn't like Flamingo, but they still subbed to Kenshi's YouTube channel. Thank you for reading all of this, English isn't my mother language so I'm sorry for the mistakes and as always, have a nice day :D

彼は音楽活動の中で変わっていった。例えば、彼がまだハチだった頃、有名になることにどこか迷いを感じて、ヒールのある靴を履いてこの曲を作った、 というのも、多くの人がLemonの後にKenshiを聴き始め、知るようになったからだ。しかし、彼はKenshiがリズムや種類を変えたらどう思うかを知りたかった。英語母国語ではないので、間違いがあってごめんなさい。

Edit: You can find a video summary of Yonezu Kenshi's life and all of his interviews, it's in Mandarin tho. I hope you have a good translator to understand what he's saying.

米津建志の人生インタビューの要約ビデオを見ることができます。彼が何を言っているのか理解するために、良い翻訳者がいることを願う。

2024-03-19

Could you check my sentence?

Could you check my sentence? Grammar and 単数形複数形 and so on. Re write please.

I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life especially for woman. I would like to show example in Japan.

In Japan usually woman starts their carrier after graduated from the university. I saw statistics shows that woman’s salary starts from 1 to 3 million yen in the biggening. The peak of the salary will be around the age of 25 as 5 to 6 million yen. After that it will drop harshly to 100 million to 0 yen. Why we have this huge drop?

The reason is that most of Japanese woman retire after their marriage called “Hanayome Taisha” and some of them will be housewives, that means no longer to continue their carrier. However, these days it is very hard to live rely on man’s income to live in metropolis. Some of woman start working as a part timer to take care of their children while husband works fulltime and this makes woman not to be able to paid well. The statics shows that woman’s carrier restart between 30 to 35 years old but the salary will not be the peak like their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I think woman’s carrier depends on what kind of lifestyle they want.

ChatGPT

I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life, especially for women. I would like to provide an example from Japan.

In Japan, women usually start their careers after graduating from university. Statistics show that women's salaries start from 1 to 3 million yen at the beginning. The peak of their salary is typically around the age of 25, ranging from 5 to 6 million yen. However, after that, it drops sharply to 100 million to 0 yen. Why do we see this huge drop?

The reason is that most Japanese women retire after getting married, a phenomenon called "Hanayome Taisha," and some become housewives, meaning they no longer pursue their careers. However, these days it is very hard to rely solely on a man's income to live in a metropolis. Some women start working as part-timers to take care of their children while their husbands work full-time, which results in women not being paid well. Statistics show that women's careers restart between 30 and 35 years old, but the salary is not at its peak like in their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I believe a woman's career depends on the kind of lifestyle they want.

User

why you use women ? I used woman.

ChatGPT

I used "women" instead of "woman" because your original text seemed to refer to women in general, rather than a specific individual. When discussing women as a group, it's more common to use the plural form. However, if you prefer to use "woman" to refer to women in general, I can adjust the text accordingly.

2024-03-08

[]平成生まれ作品を聴こう 2024.3.8

中国笙とオーケストラのための《Pink Elephant in Prentisw/ score

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8iRGrZTa6Jo

作曲清水チャートリー

委嘱上海交響楽団

"Pink Elephant in Prentis" for alto sheng and orchestra

Commissioned and premiered by Shanghai Philharmonic Orchestra (cond. Zhang Liang)


Prentis Hall is a building in New York City, where I spent a year (2015-2016) living in a sleeping bag and taking showers in the toilet. Prentis was built in 1909 and was initially designed as a pasteurization facility and milk bottling plant, then later used as a Heat Transfer Research Facility, conducting nuclear research and experiments, during the Manhattan Project. Columbia University acquired the building in 1949, and the building has housed Columbia’s Computer Music Center (then Columbia-Princeton Electronic Music Center) from the 1950s onwards. During my time there at the Computer Music Center, I have spent my days and nights exploring stimulating sounds using both analog and digital synthesizers, tape recorders, CTR monitors, and other equipments unfamiliar to me back then. Aside from the Computer Music Center, the building also housed studios for visual artists, and so I was able to meet many eccentric artists, where we ended up having long conversations every night on both significant and insignificant issues surrounding us.

Located on 125th Street in Manhattan, the “residents” of Prentis Hall were constantly harassed by the rumblings of the New York City Subway (which runs aboveground for 125th Street Station), the traffic from the highway nearby, the bustling of the streets of New York, and the construction noises from the nearby building sites. At nights, the screeching noises from the metal shop and the wood shop constantly rang throughout the building. At one point in time, the noise inspired me to imagine a gigantic pink elephant running through the narrow corridors of Prentis. The head and front half of the body was seemingly a normal elephant found in the wild. However, as I scanned my eyes further back, the body of the animal seemed to become more and more pixelated, and small 3D blocks were clearly visible on its back and hind legs, as if molded by an amateur creator in a Minecraft game. As the elephant advanced, some blocks fell onto the floor like water droplets falling from an animal soaked in water. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head, certain that I have entered a dream at some point during the night. The pink elephant walked past me and wandered into one of the many rooms the building offered. I timidly peeked into the room where the pink elephant disappeared into. The pink elephant seemed to have collapsed on the floor, its body, both the organic front and the pixelated back, expanding and shrinking as it sluggishly inhaled and exhaled oxygen.

After hours of staring at the pink elephant, I jumped back at a sudden startling noise from behind, which woke the pink elephant from its deep slumber. Furious, the pink elephant stood on its two pixelated hind legs, and stomped out into the corridors again, this time shaking off more 3D blocks from its back than when it first arrived. The organic front seemed to start to bloat up like a balloon for reasons unknown to me, and the pixelated back grew smaller and smaller due to its parts crumbling down on the floor. In a blink of an eye, the inflated front side split from its pixelated rear, then with a deafening pop, exploded into thin air like a burst balloon. What was left were the pink 3D blocks of all sizes, scattered around on the corridors of Prentis Hall.


Chatori Shimizu: https://www.chatorishimizu.com/


Shanghai Philharmonic Orchestra: http://www.shphilharmonic.com/


December 7th, 2018. Shanghai, China.

2024-03-03

Bing英語で使うと頭がおかし

ワイ: Is this the bad place?

Bing: Yes, this is the **Bad Place**. The air smells like **rotten eggs**, and the Wi-Fi is **terrible**. But don't worry, we'll find a way out of here! 😅

ワイ: What sin have I violated?

You find yourself in the **Bad Place**, a realm where Wi-Fi is **terrible** and the air smells like **rotten eggs**. Fear not, for I shall unravel the mystery of your transgressions. 🌋

Your sin? Ah, it's a peculiar one. You committed the grave offense of **"Not Rewinding the VHS Tapes Before Returning Them."** Yes, that's right! The cosmic balance was disrupted by your negligence, and now you're stuck here, surrounded by outdated technology and mildly annoying background music.

But fret not, dear soul! Redemption awaits. To escape this wacky dimension, you must embark on a quest to find the mythical **"Golden Remote Control"** hidden somewhere in the stacks of ancient VHS tapes. Only then can you break free from this pixelated purgatory.

So, onward, brave wanderer! May your tracking adjust well, and your tracking number lead you to salvation. 📼✨

2024-02-26

さっき脇洗ってたらヨォ

手についた脇毛がちぢれてて、まるで、like a 陰毛みてぇでヨォ

これ「部屋の掃除してたらありえない場所から陰毛出てきたんだけどw」って現象の半分くらいは脇毛なんじゃねぇの??」ってサァ

思ったんだよナァ

んなぁ

2024-02-25

セクシー山田さん事件の余波か、小学館女性向け漫画編集者コミティア逃亡

https://twitter.com/mo_ri_be/status/1761607806011248712

コミティア出張編集部小学館女性向け編集部だけ欠席になってますね…

他は編集部によっては持ち込み待ちの列が出来てたりと、賑わってます

https://twitter.com/nmisaki/status/1761609485033025548

コミティア。持ち込みを受け付ける出張編集部で、小学館少女マンガ誌3ブースちゃおSho-ComiCheese!ベツコミ、フラコミlike!)は、「編集部都合により出展キャンセル」の告知で、ブースはガラ空き。ご時世的に…ということでしょうか。

2024-02-21

anond:20240221003832

直訳版



A long time ago, in a certain country, there was a bastard named Cinderella. The reason why she is called Cinderella is because she sprinkled her own ashes on her own head at her mother's funeral, which led to her being called the ash-coverer, which is why her real name is Cinderella. I lost

The husband who lost his wife was also a bastard, and the day after the funeral he cheated on a woman three years younger than him, had sex with her, and even got married.

I have decided. Then, to her Cinderella

She now has an older sister and a younger sister who are not related by blood.

Her sister was a bitch too, she came to Cinderella's house

After a few days, she thought, ``Wouldn't it be more convenient to have an outbuilding?'' and cut down Cinderella's mother's grave in her garden and the hundreds of years old tree that was next to her grave, and built an outbuilding. We forced construction.

One day, the bastard's family receives news of a ball from the castle. But before Cinderella could read it, her sister broke the news and said, ``There's no way you can go.'' Cinderella didn't seem to have any intention of going either, saying, ``I had no intention of going in the first place.I'd rather go to hell.''

Then, on the day her mother was admitted to the hospital to give birth, her sister went to the ball. In the garden, the construction of an outbuilding was progressing as usual.

Let’s light a fire here and make a bonfire.”

She thought about that, but Cinderella stopped her. Suddenly, a witch appeared

``Cinderella, why aren't you going to the ball?'' asked the witch.

"What's the point of telling Teme?"

Cinderella returned with an ax in her hand

Then, for some reason, Cinderella was wrapped in a jewel-like dress.

"If you don't go to the ball, that dress will kill you. Now go."

Cinderella doesn't want to die in a place like this, so she reluctantly decides to go to the castle.

In the castle, some asshole like her sister was looking for a one-night stand and was dancing wildly. No one really praised others, and in their hearts they all seemed to think that they were the center of the world.

Cinderella didn't dance, but killed her time by smoking a cigarette at the end of her room. There, she was approached by a man wearing formal clothes that were flashier and more expensive than anyone else, and said to her, ``Miss, won't you dance?''

She is Cinderella with a cigarette in her mouth

She said, ``I only dance with the Grim Reaper and bad luck.''

she answered. For some reason, the man fell in love with her at first sight, and she said, ``Let's have some fun in the other room.Here, come.'' She tried to force Cinderella to take her to another room in the castle. However, Cinderella pressed the cigarette she was holding into her hand.

"Her hand slipped," she laughed.

When she pressed the cigarette, the sound in her voice was so pitiful that no one tried to get close to him or dance with him. Of course, no one even knows that such a pitiful man is the prince who owns this castle.

Eventually, she had enough, Cinderella threw her shoes on her stairs and went back to her house in her bare feet. Her shoes were made of glass, so they shattered into pieces.

The next day, while her servant was cleaning the castle, she found one shoe on the stairs. Obviously thinking this was strange, she secretly examined her shoes and discovered that they had been smeared with a deadly amount of poison.

Rumors spread within the castle that this must be an attempt to kill the prince, and soon a large-scale investigation was conducted. Even though it's a survey, it's simple.

The idea was to create a replica of a shoe and imprison the person who matched it perfectly as a suspect.

And one after another, people were imprisoned just because of their size. Some of them had not been to the ball, but they thought it must be a lie and were forcibly taken away.

Eventually, an investigation came to Cinderella's house. That's when we all looked at her mother and child after she was discharged from the hospital, and of course her sister didn't fit.

So all that was left was Cinderella. Then, her sister said to Cinderella, ``Hell suits you better than this world.''

She was of course the perfect size for Cinderella.

However, she protested her innocence, saying that I hadn't gone to the ball and there was no dress anywhere in the house to prove it.

However, the prince showed him an empty pack of cigarettes that had been discarded in a trash can and said, ``This is the same brand that the criminal was smoking that time.Why?''

Then Cinderella grinned and

I unbuttoned all the buttons on her jacket.

She said, ``After all, I feel like dancing with the Grim Reaper. Right, little prince?'' she said.

By the time the princes realized it, it was already too late.

The grenade that fell at his feet blew up Cinderella and the prince.

The time was around noon. Bells rang throughout the city and residents prayed for lunch.

The flying fragments of the shoe became a weapon, a sad fragment that could only hurt someone, and no one could imagine its original form.

end

2024-02-09

anond:20240209234915

「Do you like Ice cream?」

「舐めとんのかワレ!?

この歌むかし好きだったな~😁

2024-02-06

anond:20240122111732

Why tf would anyone but u care about this person thats streaming その人が配信中だなんて情報、お前以外にとってはどうでもいいんだよ

Literally i dont want you talking here ここで話すなよ

Go back 

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3) Slack off(サボる・怠ける)

do not slack on grammar you actually see in texts you are reading 読んでるテキストに出てくる文法はサボっちゃだめ

most times it would be some form of self-improvement, something that we’ve always wanted to achieve, some things that we slacked on that we didn’t accomplish in the prior year.

今日の会話でウィリーさんは「Slack on」と言いましたが、基本的には「Slack off on」と表現します。

https://hapaeikaiwa.com/blog/2015/12/26/%E7%AC%AC83%E5%9B%9E%E3%80%8C%E3%82%A2%E3%83%A1%E3%83%AA%E3%82%AB%E3%81%AE%E3%81%8A%E6%AD%A3%E6%9C%88%E3%80%8D/

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4) Follow through(最後までやり通す)

You need to follow through with your commitment.(自分で決めたことは最後までやり通さないと。)

I promise I will follow through to the end.(最後までやり通すことを約束します。)

He’s all talk. He never follows through with what he says.(彼は口だけだよ。言ったことを全然最後までやり通さないからね。)

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too sleepy to function 眠すぎてまともに活動できない

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twitter algorithm is bad but they got more pressing issues at hand ツイッターアルゴリズムダメだけどもっと喫緊課題があるよ

im getting follow requested by these bot accounts who put their bra sizes in their bio ブラサイズをプロフに載せてるボットアカウントフォローされまくってる

e.g. resolve the pressing issues related to ~に関する喫緊問題解決する

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Sounds like a babbling tard tbh.

Yo, u stupid. U shud get a regular job not 2 make ur mom cry out.

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I'm framing this to the wall, thanks その言葉を壁に飾っておくよ、ありがとう(褒められたりしたときに)

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美人コンテスト = beauty pageant

they're very upset and very against the idea of this Ukrainian woman Karolina Shino winning the Miss Japan beauty pageant

https://youtu.be/1qN_8jIOxFU?t=165

pageant

〔大仕掛けな〕歴史ショー、時代劇◆可算◆地域歴史伝統を題材にしたもの演劇山車を連ねたパレードの形を取ることが多い。

〔壮麗な〕行列、行進

〔多くの参加者が登場する〕ショー、公演

誇示、見せびらかし

pungent

〔味・匂いなどが鼻や舌を〕強く刺激する

食品香辛料などが〕ヒリヒリする、鼻にツンとくる

批評などが〕痛烈な、辛辣

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I find it kind of funny that she's trying to tick every box of adopting Japanese culture even the whole cheating part of Japanese culture which is very prevalent

不倫に至るまで日本文化に馴染もうとしているのが面白い

tick every box = すべての条件を満たす

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The whole reason why this Carolina Ukrainian woman won the beauty contest is because she basically ticks almost all the boxes for being a beautiful Western woman. She's got the small face, the big eyes, the kind of blondish light brown hair, the very pale complexion

complexion 【名】 顔色、顔の艶、肌の色、顔貌 外観、様子、態度、形勢

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play favorites with

(人)にえこひいきする、(人)に特別扱いする

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he-said-she-said argument

〔彼は言った彼女は言ったの〕水掛け論◆引用符を用いて"he said, she said" argumentと表記されることもある。

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Apprently "high moral capacity" that they're talking about is bent over backward over unfair "contracts" of a black company.

日本人の言っている「高い道徳能力」っていうのは、「ブラック企業不公平契約を守るために必死になる」ってことなんだな

BEND OVER BACKWARDS: informal. to make a special effort, esp in order to please.

cf. bending the knee to corporations

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To be a good Japanese worker, that means keeping your mouth shut, head down, and following what your boss says/does to the letter.

to the letter: 文字どおりに、厳密に

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catch strays 悪口を言ったら全く関係ない人に流れ弾が当たること

Aiming to insult someone but insulting someone else in the process aswell even if not involved.

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ins and outs of a company

《the ~》会社の一部始終[裏と表]

ins and outs of life

人生の綾、曲折

know ins and outs of

~のことをくまなく知っている

discuss the ins and outs of

~の内外[裏表]について話し合う

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それはお世辞にもよく撮れた写真とは言えない。: The picture is way less than flattering.

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her haters clearly don't get to her = アンチ攻撃彼女に全く効いていない

出来事・人などが肉体的または精神的に〕こたえる

・If you let her get to you personally, you won't last a week. : もし彼女攻撃個人的に受け止めたら、1週間と持たない。

Try not let it get to you. : あまりくよくよしないで。/元気を出してください。

Maybe the heat has gotten to me. : 暑さにやられたかな…。◆【場面】夏ばてなど。

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alright im getting off now (チャットなどで)落ちるわ

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flip flop 手のひらくるくる

Who gives a shit about selen?? Seriously.

You niggers spend years talking shit

lmao purple dragon retarded

>purple dragon fat

>apex? Id rather kms

The second she an heros and drops the crazy truth bomb that enna is in fact a piece of shit you drama niggers flip flop

The second someone does something you guys flip flop(~が~した途端お前ら手のひらクルクルじゃん)という構文として覚えると良さそう

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I dunno how Niji can be any more clear that Selen was given many chances to change her behavior but stubbornly insisted on flouting the company rules and had to be made an example of. Understandable that people who love Selen will support her even when she's in the wrong though.

頑なに会社規則に背くことを繰り返し、見せしめにされなければならなかった

insist on: to keep doing something, even if it annoys other people, or people think it is not good for you: I don't know why you insist on talking about it.

make an example of: 見せしめにする

flout: 〔人・規則・慣習などを〕軽蔑する、ばかにして無視する[従わない]、逆らう

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excising a company that has bad practices and exploits people's interest in the industry will be a long term benefit, even if it makes waves right now

悪しき慣習を持ち、人々の関心を搾取する会社排除することは、たとえ今波風が吹いたとしても、長期的な利益につながるだろう

excise

1名

消費税、物品税◆【同】excise tax ; excise duty

1他動

〔~に〕消費税[物品税]を課す

2他動

文章文書の一部を〕削除する

外科》〔身体から~を〕切除[摘出]する

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You know you have to admire the grift. Very public divorce proceedings and cheating accusations on top of that and she still doubles down with the GFE. She’s a lying whore but damn, the commitment to the bit.

she has nothing on taylor swift, 12 dicks in her so far

テイラー・スウィフトには敵わない

have nothing on

(人)の弱みを握っていない、(人)のしっぽをつかんでいない、(人)を有罪にする証拠がない、(人)に不利な情報を得ていない

・They think Tim is the murderer, but the police have nothing on him yet. : ティム殺人犯だと思っているが、警察はまだしっぽをつかめない。

(人)にかなわない、(人)に太刀打ちできない

何も身に着けていない、裸である

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Whoa, he means business. : うわ、あいつマジ[本気{ほんき}モード]だぞ。◇【場面】遊び半分やジョークではなく、真剣になっている。

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if left to one's own devices

放っておけば、好き勝手にさせれば

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implicated in the scandal

《be ~》不祥事に関与する、醜聞関係する

The problem is that NijiEN livers are now all implicated in the scandal, due to the malicious idiocy of the 3 Stooges.

the EN branch just implicated itself in a massive PR disaster that may take months if not actual years to recover from.

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I'm very confused

But whatever I'm cool go with the flow 流れに任せる

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have to have the last word

〔論争などで〕言われたら言い返さないと気が済まない◆【直訳】最後言葉を持たねばならない ⇒ 自分言葉議論を終わらせたい。つまり反論できずに黙ってしまうことを望まず、相手論破して黙らせたい。

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Huh, guess I don't dig enough in the community outside /here/ and just skirt across the surface.

ここ以外のコミュニティは表面をなぞっただけでちゃんと掘り下げたことがない

Skirt

〔~の〕周辺を通る、〔~の〕周囲をまわる[巡る]
・The hills skirt the village. : 小高い山がその村を囲んでいる。

2. 避けて通る、敬遠する
・We skirted a large hole there. : 私たちはそこにある大きな穴を避けて通った。

3. 〔問題などを〕回避する

4. 〔~の〕周辺にある[位置する

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2024-02-02

anond:20240201203612

Google はそう言ってない

Is hair on a guys chest attractive?

How Much Chest Hair Should You Expose? | Men's Health

A little bit of hair plays up your manliness, the researchers suggest, without making you look too aggressive. Of course, there are women who like the clean-shaven look, but there are also women who love lots of chest hair—so don't go hard with your razor if it just isn't your thing.

Is it good to have chest hair for men?

17% of women surveyed said they prefer a man to be cleanly shaven with no chest hair. So our takeaway from this survey is that overall, women like chest hair and even find it masculine, but they want you to keep it trimmed and maintained. I'm surprised by the low percentage of women who want men to be cleanly shaven.

Does girls love chest hair?

Researchers have found that a majority of women really do prefer a man with a smooth chest. Researchers compared the attractiveness of men before and after shaving their chest,and found only 20 percent of women preferred the more hirsute version,the Daily Mail reported.

2024-01-30

画像生成 AI (LoRA)によるポルノ被害

前回のまとめ

前回の記事では日米における画像生成AIの使われ方の違いを説明しました。

雑にまとめると以下です

 

 

今回はAIポルノの話

以下のPostが X (Twitter) で話題になっていました。

 

https://twitter.com/Pureevilbich/status/1751662096381587457   

(2.5万RT, 16万いいね 863コメント

 

元の投稿は (r/TwoXChromosomes)になされたものです。 

内容はインスタグラム写真を使われてポルノ画像を作られてしまったという話です。調べてみると友人、知人に LoRAされた AIポルノを生成されたという被害はそこそこ稀にあるトラブルのようです。今回炎上しているのは警察対応してくれないということについてです。以下翻訳

   

(r/TwoXChromosomes) url:https://x.gd/gl4BT

誰かが私のAIポルノを作った・・・

・・・そして警察は、彼らは何もすることができないと言った。電話は4分にも満たなかった。(もちろん110ではない普通電話だ)警察は私の名を聞くことすらしなかった。警察は私に彼らをブロックしてこれ以上接触してこないことを願いましょうと言った。まるで私がまだブロックしていないかみたいな言い草だ。

 

何者かは私のインスタ写真を使いAI生成に使ったのだ・・・そしてそれは気持ち悪いほどリアルに見えた

全く加工していない写真に見えた。指の形まで精巧で。まさに不気味の谷だった。私は震えていて、どうすればいいのかわからない

これが女性としての人生として受け入れろとでもいうのだろうか?

 

 

Someone made AI porn of me…

…And the police officer said they can’t do anything about it. The phone call (to the non-emergency line) lasted four minutes. He didn’t even ask for my name. He told me to block them and hope they don’t contact me again. Like I hadn’t already blocked them by the time I decided to report it.

The person had taken a photo of me from my instagram and put it though an AI generator… and it looked sickeningly realistic. It didn’t look altered at all. Even the fingers were fine. It was so uncanny-valley. I am shaking, and I don’t know what to do.

Is this really what life as a woman has come to?

 

トップコメント

法律はいつもテクノロジー進歩から大きく遅れている。

ホスティングサービスDMCA削除通知を提出しましょう。あなた著作権保護された画像あなた許可なく使用されているのです。(+2.9k)

 

Laws always lag far behind technology.

File a DMCA takedown notice with the hosting service. It's your copyrighted image being used without your permission, you can even sue if you want. (+ 2.9k)


日米の法律の違い

AI画像生成自体は罪になりません。上記のやりとりではインスタグラム写真勝手学習に使われたということで、著作権侵害として対処しようとしています

  

ただし日米で法律が異なるのに注意です。

日本ではどうでしょうね?

日本ではよく知られたように著作物AI使用は広く認められています。ただし

  

第三十条の四 

著作物は、次に掲げる場合その他の当該著作物表現された思想又は感情を自ら享受し又は他人享受させることを目的としない場合には、その必要と認められる限度において、いずれの方法によるかを問わず、利用することができる。ただし、当該著作物の種類及び用途並びに当該利用の態様に照らし著作権者の利益を不当に害することとなる場合は、この限りでない。

 

とあります。『著作権者の利益を不当に害することとなる場合』に該当すると良いのですが。そうじゃないと困る。

また、プライバシー侵害という観点から見れば「宴のあと事件」「石に泳ぐ魚事件」などの判例をみるに民事で訴えることは可能なように思えますね。

さらにいえば、もともと日本ではポルノの扱いが厳しくてポルノ画像公共の場送信するのは禁止されています猥褻物頒布罪)

なので上で話題になっている男は日本なら刑事罰で捕まるはずです。

 

こんなわけで、アメリカで起こっている問題がそのまま日本ですぐさま問題になるわけではありません。

日本における表現規制の厳しさに救われたようなちょっと不思議な状況ですね

 

萌え絵女性を救う?

あくまで現状においてですが、LoRAによるAIポルノ被害日本では全然耳にしません。

  

だって日本人萌え絵を生成させているんですもの

  

アメリカ人はフォトリアルポルノを作るのに対し、日本人萌え絵を作る。

萌え絵のおかげで日本人女性はあまり被害に遭わないというちょっと不思議なおはなし。 

  

もちろんこれはあくまで傾向です。例外はありますよ。アメリカ人にも萌え絵を生成する萌えオタはいます。また、古くはグラビアアイドルコラ画像を作る日本人もいました。

ここで重要なのは数の問題です。

昔はコラ画像を作る技術を持った人たちはごく一握りだったのに対し、技術を持たないアホが画像生成AIを手にしてしまったということが数々の問題引き起こしています

アメリカでは大量のアホがフォトリアルエロ画像を生成しているせいで出てくる問題なわけです  

逆に言い換えれば、日本にも知人でLoRAする知人の写真で追加学習させるアホが探せばいるかもしれないけれど数が少なすぎて表面化しないということですね

 

最後

念のためAI画像生成絵師さん達の名誉のために書いておきますが、Pixiv等でルールを守って投稿されている方々は何のトラブルも起こしていません。生成している絵もこだわりが込められていて、使う道具が違うだけで愛があるのだと感じます。まともな人ほど静かで目に入らない、問題のあるやつほど悪目立ちするというのが話がこじれる原因ですね

  

一連の記事絵師AI絵師対立を煽るものではないことを強調しておきます。(いちおう私は絵師立場です)

追記

コメントどうもありがとう修正しました

RoLA  → LoRA

LoRAする → の写真で追加学習させる

LoRAされた → AIポルノを生成された

   

あー すでにあるんですか・・・・困りましたね

 

トラバ

トラバが長すぎて全然探せないです。読めなくてすみません

追記

短縮url 追記しました

https://x.gd/gl4BT

 

増田仕様でRで始まる某所へのリンクが貼れなくて困っていたのですが、短縮url がありましたね

2024-01-25

anond:20240125150843

ある

あとはたぶんLikeのとこ

Instrとかにすればいけそう

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