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Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
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<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><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: 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><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: 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><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div><*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: 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><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.</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><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: 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><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.</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><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.</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><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.</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><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.</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><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.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><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.</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><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.</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><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.</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><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.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><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.</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><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.</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><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.</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><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.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><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.</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><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.</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><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.</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><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.</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><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.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><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.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><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.</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><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.</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><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.</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
UBI Softってそういう…
まず、響き(「トリコー」と読む)からして明らかに外来語なので、こういうときはwiktionaryを引くのだ。
Borrowed from French tricot.
Noun
трико́ • (trikó) n
1. tricot (soft knitted fabric)
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/%D1%82%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BA%D0%BE
もともとはフランス語から来た言葉で、「柔らかいニット生地」というのがтрикоの意味だ。念のために、英語・フランス語のtricotの意味も調べてみよう。
https://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/tricot
どの言語でも「ニット生地」の意味だということがわかる(「tricot」で検索するとニット生地の画像ばっかりヒットする)。
これだけだと「レオタード」という意味は出てこないが、単にwiktionaryに載ってないだけでそういう語義があるのかもしれないので、勃勃辞典も引く。
1. Плетен вълнен или памучен плат.
2. Дреха от такъв плат, обикн. спортен костюм за гимнастика. Гимнастичките се представят с черни трика.
https://rechnik.chitanka.info/w/%D1%82%D1%80%D0%B8%D0%BA%D0%BE
問題は、「体操用の衣装」が「レオタード」と同義かどうかだ。「спортен костюм за гимнастика」と書かれても読めないかもしれないが、「sporten kostyum za gimnastika」と翻字すれば何となくわかるだろう。「体操のためのスポーツ衣装」と書いてある。これ、「体操着」「体操服」って意味なんじゃないか? だって、原義は「ニット生地」って意味だろ? そこから派生してるんだから広く「体操着」全般を指すんじゃねえの?
ただ、「Гимнастичките се представят с черни трика(体操選手たちは黒いトリコーを着て演技する)」という例文があるから、「体操着」から派生して「レオタード」って意味もあるのかもしれないけど、やっぱり本来の意味は「体操着」だと思うんだよな。だって語源が「ニット生地」だろ? 「ニット生地」→「ニットの衣類」→「体操服」→「レオタード」って語義変化を考えるのが自然じゃないか?
したがって、「Девойките с черно или синьо трико и бяла тениска.」というのは、「黒/青の体操服に白いTシャツの女の子たち」という意味だ(Девойкитеが「女の子たち」の定冠詞形、сはwith、черноは「黒い」の中性形、илиは「もしくは」、синьоは「青い」の中性形、трикоは中性名詞「トリコー」、иが「and」で、бялаは「白い」の女性形、тенискаが女性名詞「Tシャツ」)。
ただし、レオタードと訳された言葉は「трико」であるが、ロシア語では同一の言葉で表現される水着を翻訳すると「бански костюм」(banya kostyum)で、これは別の言葉だ。「костюм」がスーツを意味する。「бански」だけでも水着を意味するようだが、音の響きからして入浴するに関連する言葉だろう。現に風呂は「баня」(banya)だ。
ロシア語のтрикоには複数の意味がある。これもwiktionaryを引こう(URLは上に同じ)。
「трико」で検索すると体操用レオタードの写真がいっぱい出てくるので、ロシア語では「レオタード」っていう意味がメインなんだろうか。ただし、「ジョギングボトム、スウェットパンツ」っていう語義を見ると、やっぱり「ニット生地の服」→「体操服」→「レオタード」っていう意味の変化を遂げている語なんじゃないかなぁ……。
で、ロシア語で水着は「трико」じゃないぞ。купальник(クパーリニク)あるいはкупальный костюм(クパーリヌィ・コスチューム)だ(купаниеが「入浴」とか「治療のための水泳」とかそういう意味)。Wikipedia日本語版「水着」からロシア語版に飛べばすぐわかる。ブルガリア語でбански костюмなのは元増田の書いた通りだけど、ローマ字だとbanski kostyum(バンスキ・コスチューム)になる(お察しの通り、баня「風呂」に由来する形容詞がбански)。костюмは衣装全般だけど、「コスチューム」って書けば意味はわかるよね。まあ原義通りに訳せば「入浴着」か。
ついでにだな、ポーランド語のSokółは「ソクウ」と読む。「ソコウ」じゃないぞ。元ネタになったチェコの「ソコル」については、日本語で研究書が出てるので気になるなら読んでみるといい(https://www.hup.gr.jp/items/65002123)。チェコ語で「trenýrek(トレニーレク)」がショートパンツって意味らしいので、「Jednotný cvičební úbor(イェドノストニー・ツヴィチェブニー・ウーボル、直訳すると「ユニフォームの体育用の服」、つまりは学校指定の体操服)」というひとまとまりの検索語で調べるよりも、ひょっとすると「トレニーレク」とか、「イェドノストニー(「ユニフォーム」つまり「単一の形態の」の意、服装の文脈で使われるなら「指定の」)」を抜かした「ツヴィチェブニー・ウーボル」で調べた方が良いかもしれない。
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Broforce / 340円
いろんな映画っぽいアニキキャラがドンパチするドット絵横スク2Dシューティング。キャラは一撃で死ぬ。戦いとは常に死と隣り合わせなのだということを感じさせるバカゲー。ワークショップにユーザが作ったマップがあるので無限に遊べる。
Door Kickers: Action Squad / 400円
人質救出部隊の隊員になって敵アジトに潜入するドット絵横スクアクション。侵入ルートを考えたり、スモークやフラッシュバン使って敵を無力化したりとけっこう頭も使う。
棒人間がマウスの左右ボタンだけを使って戦う格闘アクション。単純に見えてけっこう奥深く、謎な集中力を必要とする。2も出てて205円。
近接武器や魔法で戦うローグライクな横スク2Dアクション。入るたびに構造が変わるお城で戦って死んで拾ったお金でスキルや装備を買って次世代に引き継いでいく。キャラに様々な奇抜な長所短所がつく。2も出てるがまだ高いのでお試ししてみたい方は1からどうぞ。
Spelunky / 370円
謎の遺跡を探索するローグライクな横スク2Dアクション。ジャンプは1マス、鞭攻撃も1マス、自分が投げた石が壁に跳ね返ってダメージを受け、ちょっと高いところから落ちると足をくじく。そんな感じで気を抜くとあっという間にダメージを受けて死んでしまう死に戻りゲー。これも2も出てるがゲームルールは基本的に同じなのでお試ししたい人は1からどうぞ。
Terraria / 490円
言わずもがなの有名作品。横スク2Dのマイクラ風サンドボックス。木や土を掘って素材とし、いろんなものを組み合わせて武器を作ったり建築したり。地上よりも地下が広大に広がる。アクションも本格的。
CRYPTARK / 370円
エイリアンに占拠された無重力の廃棄船内を探索する全方位シューティング+ローグライク。各船のコアにある脳みそを破壊すればクリアだが、バリアやアラームなど様々なエイリアン設備があるので順次撃破する必要がある。また船内にはランダムで様々な武器が落ちているので、それを回収して自身を強化していく。弾数制限シビアめ。
Immortal Redneck / 495円
ピラミッドを探索するローグライクFPS。ランダムな構造のダンジョンで、ランダムにドロップする武器や、ランダムな効果のあるカードを入手しながら上部を目指す。カードは拾うまで効果がわからず、良い効果2:悪い効果1ぐらいの割合で、たまに絶望的に悪い効果のカードが出る。弾薬数がわりとシビアなのでトリガーハッピーはできず、弾薬管理が大事。
火星で地球軍に楯突くレジスタンスになって戦うTPS。建物をハンマーや爆弾やロケランでぶっ壊せるのが楽しい。いちおうオープンワールドだが、シナリオによって行ける範囲は限定されている。とにかくぶっ壊すのが楽しい。壊したらスクラップ(お金)が入るしでとにかくぶっ壊すのが楽しい。
Hand of Fate / 396円
カードゲーム+アクション。カードゲームと言ってもカードバトルではなく、武器やシナリオのカードデッキを組み、めくったカードによってゲームが進行する。アクション部分はちょっとどうさ重たいけど、回避やパリイをしっかりとしていく系のしっかりアクション。2も出ているが500円越えているのでここでは1を紹介。2の方がいろいろ進化していて遊びやすい。
Titan Quest / 495円
ギリシャを部隊にしたディアブロ系ハクスラ。あんまり派手さはないがディアブロ系としてはしっかりしている部類かと。スキルツリーは2つのクラスのハイブリッドで選択できる。
Torchlight II / 495円
同じくディアブロ系だが、こちらはどっちかというとポップ派手派手ざっくりファンタジー系。後半どうしても召喚頼りになりがち。MODも豊富。3まで出ているが2までしか遊んでない。
Curious Expedition / 296円
ヘックス状のマップを開きながら未開の地を探検していくアドベンチャーRPG。行動するごとに「狂気度」があがっていき、マックスになるとさまざまなペナルティが発生する。食事をしたり休息することで狂気度は下がるが、休息してるとまたトラブルが・・・。とにかくリソース管理が大事、というか、シビア、というか、地獄。2も出ていてまだちょっと高いがだいぶ遊びやすくなっている。
Renowned Explorers: International Society
こっちも未開の地を探索していく系だが、どちらかというとゲームブック風。マスごとにイベントが発生して、選択肢に応じてダイス値に各キャラのステータスをのっけて成功判定をする。戦闘はマス目移動だが、物理攻撃、脅す、褒める、というちょっと変わったもの。これもそこそこシビア。
Hard West / 297円
いわゆるXCOM系のタクティカルシミュレーション。部隊は西部劇ぽい時代。物陰に隠れながら射撃するのがセオリーだが、お互い隠れていると全然当たらない。でも相手の裏を取るのは難しい。そんなゲーム。戦闘以外のマップパートは人によってはちょっとだるいかも。
Invisible, Inc. / 495円
敵企業に忍び込んでミッションをこなしていくターン制タクティカル。1~4人のエージェントと、ハッキング能力のあるAIを操作する。基本的には見つかってはダメなので、監視カメラや兵士の視線を逃れ目的を遂行する。敵の視野や移動ルードが見えるので、最適ルートを考えながら進む。ハッキングでカメラやデバイスを無効化したり、気づいた敵を気絶させたりと選択肢は豊富。時間制限があるので常に追い立てられる感じがある。
SteamWorld Heist / 228円
ロボット宇宙海賊?が他の船に侵入して銃で撃ち合う横スクロールタクティカル。一見アクションに見えるがアクション性は皆無。ターン制で移動し、銃で狙いをつけ、跳弾などをうまく使って敵と銃撃戦をしていく。物陰や地形をうまく利用して戦うことが大事になってくる。SteamWorldという一連のシリーズのひとつ。
Militia / 299円
シンプルな将棋のようなパズルゲーム。3つの味方兵士を使って、敵にやられないように☆マークの敵を倒していく。敵の動きは種類ごとに決まっているので、それにやられないように位置取りをしながら敵を倒していく。詰将棋のような感じ? とにかく「注意力」が必要とされるゲーム。
ドワーフたちに指示を出して、採掘したり建築したりしていく横スクシミュレーション。Terarriaっぽいがアクション性はなく、指示を出すシミュレーション。そのうちドワーフがめっちゃ増えて頭パニックになる。
Turmoil / 294円
石油採掘シミュレーション。地面にパイプを通して石油を掘る。石油の売却価格は常に変動するので、安いときにためて高いときに売るなどの戦略が必要。売ったお金で設備などをグレードアップしていく。
Train Valley / 490円
駅から駅に線路を通し、列車を目的地に走らせるパズルゲーム。ちょっとmini metroにも似てる?
Bionic Dues / 252円
ロボットを操作するトルネコ系ローグライク。4台のロボットを切り替え、局面に合わせたロボットを使いながらマップを攻略していく。ロボットなので武器は基本遠距離。でも敵も遠距離攻撃してくるので物陰にかくれたり射程を考えて戦ったりする必要がある。入手する装備の種類、パラメータが多彩で、そのうちゲームしているよりもアイテム整理や装備の組み合わせを考えている時間の方が長くなるんじゃないかとさえ思う。
Crypt of the NecroDancer / 296円
リズムに合わせて操作するロトルネコ系ローグライク。リズムに合わせて敵も動くのでゆっくり考えている暇がない。難しそうだけどやっていくうちにけっこうなんとかなる? 好きな曲でプレイすることもできる。
国産のトルネコ風ローグライク。体当たりで攻撃するオーソドックスなローグライクだが、画面の左端から世界が崩壊していくので、常に右に右にと移動を強いられる。Chun Softが「不思議のクロニクル 振リ返リマセン勝ツマデハ」というタイトルでリメイクしてる。98円。
The Flame in the Flood / 444円
少女が筏で川を下りながら、島や陸地に立ち寄って物資を集め、素材を合成していろいろ作っていくサバイバルアクションアドベンチャー。物資管理が重要なのはもちろん、水や寒さなどの体調管理も大事。クマよりも敗血症が怖い。
NEOVERSE / 318円
SFぽいSlay the Spire系カードバトル。カードで攻撃や防御して敵と戦い、ランダムで入手したカードやスキルで自身を強化していく。提示された種類順でカードを使って繰り出すコンボ、敵の攻撃をぴったりのシールドで受け止めるパリイなど、カードの強さだけではなく選び方が戦略となる。敵も味方も3Dグラフィックス。主人公の女性キャラが美麗で際どい衣装はあるけどエッチ要素はないです。
不思議の国のアリスをモチーフにした3Dアクション。ダークで大人なアリスの心の中のワンダーランドが何者かに侵食され、その世界をアリス自身が旅をするというお話。ヴォーパルナイフぶんぶん振り回すがっつりアクション。マップごとにがらりと雰囲気の変わる狂気の世界観も良い。
横スクドット絵の殺し屋?シューティングアクション。ドット絵のくせにロール回避したり物陰に隠れたりする。特徴的な能力を持った複数のプレイヤーキャラがいる。カオスでおバカな世界観。
Saints Row: The Third / 490円
GTA系ギャングオープンワールドTPS。ギャングのボスになってあれやこれややっていく。イベントやミニゲームをこなしていくと支配力が上がり地域を支配する感じ。衣装やらイベントやら、良い意味で全体的にギャグっぽい。下ネタへの許容力が必要。
Cargo Commander / 310円
セールじゃないのにこの値段! 宇宙で重力場を使って廃棄されたカーゴを呼び集め、その中を探索して貴重品を集めていく横2Dアクション。壁や床はドリルで穴あけ可能。カーゴは個々に重力方向が違っていて、入るとその重力方向へ落下する。カーゴ内にはエイリアンが巣食っていて戦闘になるが、弾薬には限りがあるので注意。
Whole grains" such as brown rice and barley rice improve diabetes, sleep, and depression
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Eating "whole grains" such as whole grain bread, brown rice, sprouted brown rice, millet rice, and barley rice lowers the risk of diabetes and obesity.
Studies have also shown that a whole grain eating style can improve sleep and prevent depression.
Not All Carbohydrates Are Created Equal
Choosing the right carbohydrates and adjusting the amount of carbohydrates you eat is the best approach to controlling diabetes. Of the three macronutrients, carbohydrates are the ones that have the most immediate impact on blood sugar, so we need to be careful about how we consume them.
Eating refined flour or white rice, for example, may contain the same amount of carbohydrates, but because they contain less fiber, they are absorbed more quickly, leading to an increase in postprandial blood glucose." For diabetics who need to control their blood sugar, the recommendation is whole grains," says Carla Duenas.
Duenas is a dietitian with Baptist Health South Florida, a clinical care network with seven hospitals in the U.S. state of Florida. She stresses, "To achieve a healthy diet, whole grains should be included in the diet, along with high-quality protein, vegetables, and fruits."
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Whole grains are grains that have not had their hulls, seed skins, embryos, or endosperm removed by processing such as milling.
Many studies have shown that a diet rich in whole grains reduces the risk of diabetes, obesity, and heart disease more than a diet rich in refined grains.
Familiar whole grains include foods such as bread, pasta, and oatmeal made from whole wheat grains, brown rice, sprouted brown rice, millet rice, and barley rice containing barley.
Brown rice is a whole grain and rich in fiber. Although whole grains are not necessarily the best choice, replacing white rice with brown rice is recommended for people with diabetes or obesity," Duenas advises.
You get the fiber you tend to lack.
Carbohydrates can be divided into simple carbohydrates, which raise blood glucose levels quickly, and complex carbohydrates, which raise them slowly. Simple carbohydrates are those found in sweets and fruits, while complex carbohydrates are those found in grains, potatoes, beans, and other foods.
Complex carbohydrates take longer to be absorbed and raise blood glucose levels at a slower rate because they are broken down into simple carbohydrates before being digested and absorbed.
Complex carbohydrates are "healthy carbohydrates. Whole grains such as unrefined flour and brown rice have properties similar to complex carbohydrates. They are rich in nutrients that are often lacking, such as fiber, vitamins, minerals, and antioxidants, which are lost during the refining process," Duenas points out.
Refined carbohydrates can also cause insomnia.
Thirty percent of adults suffer from insomnia, and part of the cause may be dietary style. Refined carbohydrates may increase the risk of insomnia in women, according to a study.
The study showed that postmenopausal women who eat junk foods and soft drinks, especially those high in carbohydrates, are more likely to develop insomnia.
Conversely, women who consume more fiber-rich fruits and vegetables have a decreased risk of insomnia.
The study was conducted by James Ganwish and colleagues from the Bagelos School of Medicine at Columbia University in the United States.
77,860 women were studied for three years.
Insomnia is often treated with pharmacotherapy and cognitive behavioral therapy, both of which are costly to the patient and expensive. Improving one's diet is low-cost, easy to implement, and free of side effects," says Ganwish.
The study is based on data from observational studies conducted by the National Institutes of Health (NIH) Women's Health Initiative Study (WHI) to obtain information to prevent and treat health problems among women.
The researchers examined the association between insomnia and 77,860 postmenopausal women who participated in the WHI. They surveyed them about their dietary habits and followed them for three years from 1997 to 2001.
The participants were analyzed by dividing them into five groups according to GI level, an index that indicates the ease with which blood glucose levels rise after a meal.
The results revealed a 16% higher risk of developing insomnia and an 11% higher prevalence in the group with higher dietary GI values. The study also found that the higher the intake of vegetables and fruits, the lower the risk of insomnia.
The study also found a lower risk of developing depression.
The study found that "a spike in blood glucose levels after a meal stimulates the secretion of insulin, which lowers blood glucose, and may lead to a state of hyperinsulinemia. As a result, blood glucose levels drop and the secretion of hormones such as adrenaline and cortisol increases, which may disrupt sleep," explains Ganwish.
The foods that trigger insomnia may be processed foods that contain high levels of isomerized sugar, which is composed of fructose and glucose. Such foods are not found in nature, but are mass-produced industrially and sold cheaply.
Fruits also contain fructose, but they are also rich in fiber. Fruits have a low GI and are thought to be less likely to cause postprandial blood sugar elevation.
A study of 69,954 women who participated in the WHI, published by Ganwish and colleagues in 2015, also showed that women who ate a high GI diet had a 22% higher risk of developing depression.
Gunwish noted, "We need randomized clinical trials to determine the benefits of improving diet and increasing intake of whole grains and complex carbohydrates to prevent and treat insomnia and depression."
いろいろ抜けとるやんけ
Bourdain was right. This simple Lawson egg sandwich is a next level gastronomic experience! pic.twitter.com/KSUMrY3ph9— tariq panja (@tariqpanja) August 2, 2021
ボーデインはんが言うてた通りやったわ。ローソンの卵サンドは新次元の美食体験やで
Tasty-ish (thanks to daniel_nash for the suggestion)
Basically soft serve in a pouch. Far to sweet for everyday consumption but hits the spot. pic.twitter.com/cjR7ZCV96g— tariq panja (@tariqpanja) August 2, 2021
うまいッシュやで(daniel_nashはん教えてくれてありがとうな)
要するにパウチに入ったソフトクリームやで。食事には甘すぎるけど旨いやで
こういうことやな
Bourdain was right. This simple Lawson egg sandwich is a next level gastronomic experience!
Tasty-ish (thanks to daniel_nash for the suggestion)
Basically soft serve in a pouch. Far to sweet for everyday consumption but hits the spot.
だからこの場合はsoft serveだけで「ソフトクリーム」の意味になる
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soft_serve
far toはfar tooのタイプミスやろ多分
>シティポップというのは1970〜80年代に日本で作られた特定ジャンルの歌謡曲だ
…おまえはそうおもうんだろう、おまえのなかではな
たいていの人の中ではそうだと思うけど…。wikipediaの「シティポップ」の記述、読んだことある?
シティ・ポップ (city pop) は、1970年代後半から1980年代にかけて日本でリリースされ流行した、ニューミュージックの中でも特に都会的に洗練され洋楽志向のメロディや歌詞を持ったポピュラー音楽。
英語版でも同じだよ。
City pop (シティ・ポップ, shitī poppu) is a loose category of Japanese pop music that emerged in the late 1970s and peaked in the 1980s. It was originally termed as an offshoot of Japan's Western-influenced "new music", but came to include a wide range of styles associated with the country's leisure class and nascent economic boom, such as AOR, soft rock, R&B, funk, and boogie. It was also identified with new technologies such as the Walkman, cars with built-in cassette decks and FM stereos, and various electronic musical instruments.
今回、そもそもシティポップが何なのかわかってない人達かなりいるんだなと改めて気づかされた。そもそも元増田のこの書き方も、そもそもシティポップとアニソンの区別ついてないのか?という気もする。シティポップの海外人気の話と、アニソンの海外人気の話が一緒になっちゃってる。
Plastic Love以前からアニメのOP、EDなどのカバー曲だらけだ。
シティポップ関連の記事を見ていると明らかにその点を強調するのを避けている記事が多い(言及しても流行している原因のメインに上げる人はいない)
「『お江戸』以前からアニメのOP、EDなどのカバー曲だらけだ。
KABUKI ROCKS関連の記事を見ていると明らかにその点を強調するのを避けている記事が多い」
ぐらいおかしなことを書いてる。
これ詳しい契約内容が判からないから、どっちが上か下かの判断は難しいよね。業務委託ではあるっぽいけど。
ただ発注側と請負側の実務経験を比べるなら、ベテランと新人という明確な立場の違いは見て取れるわけで、やはり問題のある対応と言わざるを得ない。
美大の子が、今後もしゲーム業界で成長していくならば、その過程で「最初の仕事」に関して疑問を抱くことになるかと思う。その時に「恩」を感じるか「怨」を感じるか、つまりもう1度いっしょに仕事をしたいと思えるだろうか。あるいは自分が美大の子の立場だったらどうか…ってのがこの仕事の評価のポイントだと思う。
ご時世的な話をすると、こういった(同人ゲームではなく)インディーゲーム開発が題材となるマンガが作られること自体が今って感じがある。もはや世界中でインディーゲーム開発が、いまだかつてないほどの盛り上がりとなっているからね。
特に多いのがセクハラ問題だ。これはゲーム人口の男女比が男性に極端に偏っていることが宿痾となっている。
最近では、大手UBI SOFTの上級社員によるセクハラパワハラの告発。インディーゲーム開発会社なら『スカルガールズ』のLab Zero GamesのCEOのセクハラ告発など、ほかにも本当にいっぱいある。
こういったセクハラ事件で多いのが、ベテラン有名クリエーターが新人社員にセクハラパワハラを働くというものだ。上司部下という単純な権力構造だけではなく、業界の右も左も分からない無知なところに付け込むやり口がやはり目立つ。
例のマンガで行われている行為がなにかのハラスメントに該当するかといえば、白よりのグレーといった感じだけど、構造としては新人の無知に付け込むやり口と言えなくもない。
とりあえず、才能のある人と今後もいい関係を続けていきたいんだったら、誠実な対応を心がけたいね、みたいな感想を持ちました。あと、カナメって人の無表情で見開いた目と敬語口調が不気味でした。
apt install xxx
yum install xxx
or install non free software please.
non free it is ok. I think, but you should say so it is not free,commercial.
time is not free for me.Is it standard? non free soft ware is standard ?
I think it is commercial api not standard.
but it is ok. a software is not free , it nees by money.
2020 . please teach me your company name.
please add experimental it is ok.
簡単な話でいえば 弾幕薄いよなにやってんの? But I think so too, it is not good.
thank you.
ながくつれそった、女の傍にいよう。若けりゃいいってもんじゃない。
シリコン粘土耳栓は人の声もかなりシャットアウトできるらしいぞ。
まあ完全無音は無理だろうが。
https://the360.life/U1301.doit?id=643
今回テスター全員の評価が高かったのが、この「被せる」耳せん、Mack’s Pillowの「Mack’s Pillow Soft シリコン耳栓」でした。この耳せんの特長は何と言っても耳に詰めるのではなく、被せるという点。
従来の「詰める」タイプの耳せんでは耳が痛いと言っていたテスターも、本製品は違和感なく装着できました。
遮音性も文句なしなので、圧倒的に作業に集中できる耳せんといえます。人の声すらもあまり聞こえないので、ここぞという時に利用することをおすすめします。
ウレタンスポンジ耳栓は、安全性を考えてか雑音をカットする一方で、人声は通すといった作りになっています。
anond:20190406022334 の続き。
AMUSECRAFT [.] JP のハイジャック犯 (@en92) は Web アプリを公開する際、次のように発言している。
言っとくけど作ったのは私じゃないから
クラウドワークスで2万で依頼した— 92日元 (@en92) October 8, 2018
(ツイートの魚拓)
そこで検索してみると 鹿島乃亜 というアカウントと依頼がヒットする。
そして、同アカウントが「ポケるん」を商標出願したことも判明する。
おそらく「商標を出願すると本名と住所が官報に載る」ことを知らなかったと思われる。
これにより AMUSECRAFT [.] JP のハイジャック犯 (@en92) が「埼玉県さいたま市在住の F 氏」と官報から特定できる。
また、手口や犯行声明、ターゲットの類似性から、これ以外のドメイン名ハイジャックも同一人物の犯行と推定できる。
ドメイン名ハイジャックと同時期に Wikipedia において NE [.] JE(上記の @en92 が保有するドメイン)を含むリンクスパムが繰り返し投稿されていた。
リンクスパムを追っていくと彼の過去2年間の Wikipedia 投稿歴を洗うことができ、下記の4アカウントは少年 F のものと判断できた。
Wikipedia の投稿記録から GINTETSU [.] NET や WHITE-SOFT [.] JP などの偽サイトを運営しているのも少年 F だと特定できる。