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It's sudden, but right now in Japan, creativity is facing a true crisis. Characters like Uzaki-chan, Onsen Musume, and Tojo Rika are being targeted and flamed, game character designs are being infiltrated by political correctness, Johnny's Entertainment is being dismantled, swimsuit photo sessions in parks are being canceled, Hitoshi Matsumoto is being publicly shamed, and the new AV law was enacted without considering the opinions of those directly involved. Every form of expression in every venue is currently under unreasonable pressure.
How does this connect to the Tokyo gubernatorial election? In fact, a major event directly linked to this is occurring in the 2024 Tokyo gubernatorial election. As a creator, I hope this message reaches you.
What I am about to share is a story about someone named Himasora Akane, who you should know about to resist such pressures. But before I dive into that story, I want to express my deep gratitude to my old friend Nozomi for giving me the opportunity to post this article in a place where many creators will see it. As someone who also loves manga, anime, and games, I hope this information will benefit Japanese society and support Nozomi's activities.
Himasora Akane Should Be the Governor of Tokyo
First, I would like to make a straightforward request to you as a creator: please support Himasora Akane for governor. In this election, please write "Himasora Akane" on your ballot. The voting day is July 7th. Even if you are not a Tokyo resident, I ask that you at least listen to this story. If you find it interesting, please share it with your friends, family, and acquaintances. You can check Himasora Akane's campaign promises and the background of their candidacy on their Twitter (X) posts linked below:
Himasora Akane (Tokyo gubernatorial candidate)
https://x.com/himasoraakane/status/1804846779399324095
Himasora Akane Will Not Allow Our Culture to Be Burned
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku who loves manga, anime, and games. Known as "Cognitive Profiling Detective Akane Himasora," he has been active on Twitter (X) and YouTube, and now he is running for governor. Akane, who is deeply concerned about the repression and destruction of otaku culture, is challenging those who seek to destroy our culture alone. Akane will never allow those who try to burn our culture.
As mentioned at the beginning, all forms of expression are currently under pressure. Otaku culture, in particular, seems to be a prime target.
Uzaki-chan Blood Donation Poster Controversy (2019): A collaboration between the Japanese Red Cross Society and the manga Uzaki-chan was flamed for allegedly being overly sexual in its PR illustration.
V-Tuber Traffic Safety Video Controversy (2021): A V-Tuber hired by the Matsudo Police Department in Chiba Prefecture was deemed too sexual for public agency PR.
Onsen Musume Controversy (2021): Characters personifying local hot springs were criticized as sexist.
Mie Transport Official Character Controversy (2024): A character in a bus driver's uniform released by Mie Transport was flamed for evoking sexual images.
These controversies are often fueled by so-called political correctness and feminism. For creators, these are direct threats. If these factions label your work as sexual and demand it be burned to ashes, could you resist? How would you feel if your painstakingly created work, like your own child, was trampled by people who have no regard for your efforts? Could you continue your creative activities while constantly shrinking away?
Himasora Akane saw something behind these flaming incidents. He started investigating the key figure behind the Onsen Musume controversy, a representative of a general incorporated association in Tokyo. This association's core business, the Young Female Victims Support Project, received substantial public funds from Tokyo. Akane submitted public document disclosure requests to Tokyo and thoroughly dug into the organization. During his investigation, Akane uncovered many suspicions suggesting this project was unworthy of public funding, which he exposed one by one on social media.
Negligent accounting reports, taking protected girls to the Henoko base protest in Okinawa, Communist Party members waiting in the bus used to protect girls—these revelations drew significant attention online. The investigation extended beyond this general incorporated association to other NPOs receiving public funds, and Akane named this cluster of issues the "WBPC problem" after the initials of these organizations.
Akane's YouTube Channel (WBPC Problem Playlist)
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLI5gTciLKtAXRyzv9j5FiNMcc8eoEBbMN
From here, Akane's story expanded to resident audits, resident lawsuits, and national compensation lawsuits concerning the Tokyo Young Female Victims Support Project. Akane discovered that behind many flaming incidents, there is no clear command structure but a group of various political organizations and activists working together like an amoeba. He named this group the "Nanika Group" (Nanika means "something" in Japanese), a reference to the mysterious, ominous "something from another place" in the manga HUNTER×HUNTER, which Akane loves. The Nanika Group is also connected to welfare interests, where public funds flow unchecked. Akane called this phenomenon "Public Fund Chu-Chu" (siphoning).
For creators, this means the tax money they earn through hard work is used to burn their precious works. It's an intolerable situation.
Himasora Akane Is Fighting Against Those Who Burn Our Culture
In November 2022, a major event marked a turning point in this series of controversies. The general incorporated association under scrutiny held a press conference at the parliamentary office building, gathering media and announcing a lawsuit against Akane. This "Legal Harassment Press Conference," as it was called online, involved multiple layers of power: the government, the media, and a team of seven lawyers targeting a single individual.
However, Akane did not back down. Instead, he intensified his pursuit, exploiting the opponent's careless statements as lawsuit fodder. This led to an outpouring of support on social media, with his Twitter follower count skyrocketing and 160 million yen in donations for legal fees.
The following year, a resident audit request filed by Akane resulted in Tokyo's official website recognizing some improper points and deciding to audit the organization. However, Tokyo's lenient audit led Akane to file a resident lawsuit. Suspicion also turned towards Governor Yuriko Koike for allocating public funds through dubious sole-source contracts. Tokyo began excessively redacting documents in response to public document requests, attempting to conceal the issue. Koike's promise to end document redaction quietly disappeared from her campaign page.
Throughout this battle, Akane has been a target of criminal complaints and faced threats, yet he persists. His book "Netoge Senshi" was released amid bookstore threats, but only the criminal complaint was widely reported by the media, portraying Akane negatively.
Himasora Akane is an ordinary otaku, a top-tier online gamer during his student days, and a talented game creator who worked for a major game company and later a venture company. His meticulous work on the game "Shin Goku no Valhalla Gate" was betrayed by the company's CEO, leading to a seven-year legal battle that Akane ultimately won, securing 600 million yen. This experience fuels his fierce opposition to having his creations burned.
Before investigating the Young Female Victims Support Project, Akane exposed fraudulent feminist "knights" on his YouTube channel, shaking the internet. He detests lies and has an uncanny ability to detect them.
Akane is a special individual with extraordinary abilities, honed through his experiences in games, court battles, and extensive document analysis. His pursuit of truth and justice makes him a suitable candidate for governor, promising a world without lies and where honest people do not suffer.
What We Can Do to Protect Our Culture
Creative expression can be crushed if we are not vigilant. Even in modern Japan, otaku culture is on thin ice. The recent cessation of Visa transactions for DMM (Fanza) is a reminder of how a single card company can wield its power to dictate what is deemed appropriate expression. Expression freedom is fragile and constantly under threat.
To those reading this, I urge you to vote for Himasora Akane. Support him to protect our culture. Despite his harsh demeanor and preference for solitary battles, he is now seeking help for the first time. Akane feels the danger in this gubernatorial election and believes that if he does not become governor, everything will end. He has taken a stand for the people of Tokyo and Japan.
I wrote this article to support his spirit and spread the word. Please vote for Himasora Akane and help create a miracle.
To you, the creator, I sincerely hope this message reaches you.
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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?
(30)
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.
(32)
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
最近サイドの白髪が目立つようになってきたのと金に余裕が出来たので73スキンフェードにしている
その際、ポマードなどを利用しているが楽しくなってきた
基本はバーバーショップで最初にセッティングしてもらったときからのBROSH SUPER HARD GEL FRAGRANCE FREEというジェルが多いが
最近はBROSH HARD POMADEやReuzel Red Pomadeなども楽しんでいる
ただ、ビジネスや飯食いに行くときは無香料しか使ってないので今いち新しいポマードが開けられなくて溜まっていく
最近出たBROSH × WILDSIDE YOHJI YAMAMOTO POMADE SKULL ROSEとかも付けずにそのままになりそう
事実だとわかるのは、
該当の脚本家は指揮権のあるプロデューサーに困惑や苦い気持ちをSNSで伝えたわけでもなく、
何故か2次創作者の立場でありながら同業者と原作者をSNSで批判したこと、
日テレもプロデューサーも出演者もそれを放置したこと、
ただこれだけだぞ
魚拓より
がら急きょ協力という形で関わることになりました
魚拓より
最終回についてコメントやDMをたくさんいただきました。まず繰り返しになりますが、私が脚本を書いたのは1〜8話で、最終的に9・10話を書いたのは原作者です。誤解なきようお願いします。
(中略・気になるなら魚拓見て)
脚本家の存在意義について深く考えさせられるものでした。この苦い経験を次へ生かし、これからもがんばっていかねばと自分に言い聞かせています。
どうか、今後同じことが二度と繰り返されませんように。
魚拓より
某脚本家
○○さんの一ファンとして悔しいです。🥺
1〜8話で変化、成長していった登場人物たちが、9、
んと描くだろうなと思いながら観ました。
で、その時間経過も描けてなかったですね。。
まったのが残念でした。😢
私もこの事、胸に刻んでおきます。
某脚本家
あろうとです。わたしもいろいろ考えさせられまし
た。ともあれ素敵な作品をたくさんおつかれさ
までした！良いお年を迎えてください
文業の人
はじめまして。毎週楽しみにしてました。
わったので不思議でした💦そして、えっ、
ここでふんわり終わり？と。
でも訳がわかりました。
そして、私も物書きの1人として尊厳を傷つ
素性不明
な？誰かが手を入れたりして現場も混乱した
のでは？
他にもドン引きコメントにいいね❤️推してるのが確認できるので気になるなら魚拓見ようね
せめて下記のように発言すれば、よかったよね、これなら表立っては誰からも責められずに『私が書いたんじゃないから』をできた
『最後の2話は、な…なんと！！！原作者様がご自身で脚本を書いてくださいました！サプライズプレゼント🎁🎄でしたが、原作ファンの皆様にも喜んでいただけるような作品に仕上がったと自信を持ってお伝えできます』
こう言っとけば、ゴタゴタが取り沙汰されても、下記のように言えば全部問題片付いた
『このドラマの製作過程では、チームメンバーの間で様々な意見が飛び交いました。それは、原作のファンやドラマの視聴者に、最高の作品を届けたいという共通の想いがあったからです。原作者の方にも、貴重なご意見やご協力をいただきました。おかげさまで、素晴らしい作品に仕上げることができました。ぜひドラマをご覧になって、製作チームの情熱を感じてください』
それすらもしないで、2次創作者の立場で原作者をドラマ出演者と一緒の写真を添えて非難という傲慢な奇行、そりゃ燃えるよね🔥
どこぞの脚本協会だって、『著作権法第20条』が大事だって言ってるだろうよ
【日本シナリオ作家協会・脚本契約7原則】
（1）「オリジナル企画」および「オリジナル脚本」の脚本家は、原作者として尊重されなければならない。
（2）「オリジナル企画」および「オリジナル脚本」が映像化に至らなかった際は、特段の取り決めがある場合を除き、いかなる場合も著作者である脚本家が任意に利用できなければならない。
（3）企画開発費と脚本料を一元化してはならず、企画段階の企画書・プロット執筆、脚本執筆には、別途ギャランティが支払われなければならない。
（4）脚本料は受注時に取り決め、長期間に及ぶ脚本執筆 の場合は随時支払われるものとし、決定稿を提出した後、速やかに支払いが完了されなけれ ばならない。
（5）企画開発および脚本執筆のために必要とする取材費、資料費、交通費その他の実費については、発注者が負担しなければならない。
（6）氏名表示に関して著作権法第19条の規定を遵守し、宣伝・広告活動の際にも配慮されなければならない。
（7）著作権法第20条の規定を遵守し、脚本家に無断で脚本を改訂してはならない。
知らない人にも教えてあげるよ
文春をまとめるよ
・女性は一回拒否しようとしたけど、奥さんとはもうやってないとか、不妊治療して子供ができにくいと言って説得したよ
・妊娠5ヶ月で中絶しろと迫ったよ。中絶の同意書は最初書けないって言ったんだ。結局書いたけどね。手術代もしぶったみたいだね
・本当に俺の子？それはまだ命とは言えないよ。などと言ったようだよ
・ちなみに中絶は6ヶ月までで5ヶ月目は母体に危険が及ぶよ。お腹の赤ちゃんは人の形をしているね
・別荘で喧嘩になり女性の顔面を数発平手打ちして血が出て女性はトイレに逃げ込んだよ
・警察に連絡したけど古谷がトイレの扉をこじ開けて携帯を奪ったよ。少し冷静になってから駆けつけた警察に女性は適当に対応して古谷は部屋の奥に隠れてたよ
・彼女とのセックスで男として自信が持てたらしいよ。古谷本人談だよ
・ドライブデート動画も公開されてるよ。安室やサボの声で口説く様子や、「赤いやつは見たくない」ってONE PIECE FILM REDを拒否してる様子が写ってるよ
・古谷はいろんなイベントや地方に彼女を同席させていたらしいよ
・コナンの舞台挨拶で女性が案内されて席を用意してもらった様子が見られてたよ
・不倫相手からもらったルフィとサボのストラップを貰ってサボを鞄につけてルフィを田中真弓に渡してるよ
・青山先生に身体を気遣われたら素行に気をつける話だと勘違いして「清く正しく美しく行く」ことを宣言してたよ
・もとからベテランたちのなかでは嫌われてたエピソード出てきてるよ
・酒ヤケ声でサボの声の収録をしたんだって
・別れた9月にコロナの体調不良が続いてると言ってSNSを休止したよ。安室の声も一時期おかしくなったよ。心配の声たくさん届いてたよ
私はただの会社員で、栄養の関わる知識はネットに転がっている程度しかありません。
この献立表は作り置き用です。
日曜日にまとめて買い物→調理→冷蔵・冷凍するためのプロセスです。
本当に申し訳ないんですが、購入してからすぐにカッターで本を解体してスキャンしてPDF化します。（スキャン後はマスキングテープでくっつけて本棚に入れてあります）
PDF化する理由は、献立を組み上げる作業は全てPC上で行っていきますが、PDFの方が本よりもレシピを探しやすいというのが1番の理由です。
また、最後はレシピ1つ1つを画像ファイルにするので、一旦PDFにしておいた方がその作業が楽になるという理由もあります。
スキャン環境が無い場合は、タブレットやスマホを使用してレシピの内容まできちんと読める状態の解像度で撮影し、画像ファイルタイトルに頁数を振っておくといいです。
1つずつレシピを読み込んで表計算アプリケーションに情報を書き出します。
PC上で計画・管理、スマホ上で閲覧出来るのが理想なので、私はMicrosoftのオンラインExcel（無料版）を使用しています。
｜【料理タイトル】｜【ジャンル】｜【調理方法】｜【冷凍可否】｜【PDF頁】｜
上記の順番でセルに入力していきます。次から詳細を掘り下げます。
△：野菜なしでタンパク質のみ 例）鶏のてりやきからしマヨソース
緑：鶏肉
茶：牛肉
黄：たまご
青：魚
薄橙：大豆
使用されている調味料を元にジャンルを記入、セルの色付けをします。
色付けの凡例は次の通りです。
水色：お酢（さっぱり系）
9割は振り分けられますが以下のように振り分けが難しい料理もあります。
→オリーブオイルとしょうゆを使ってるけどどちらかといえば洋食かな～→薄緑
レンジ調理、フライパン調理、鍋調理、トースター調理等を記入します。
山本ゆりさんの一部のレシピ本には冷凍の可否が書かれていますが、冷凍NGの食材が使用していなければ自己責任でOK認定にしています。
→豆腐、じゃがいも、卵、きゅうり、レタス、水菜、アボカド、ちくわ等
この後に情報を入れ替える作業があるので、どのレシピがどこに掲載されているかを把握しておくために頁数を記入します。
https://f.hatena.ne.jp/lyri/20240522143436
※「翌日」は「翌日に食べないとだめ」、要するに「冷凍不可」を意味します。
※余談ですが、料理タイトルをグレーアウトしているのは新しい本において調理の未済管理のために私が作ってみたレシピに施しているだけです。左側の★は子供が美味しい連発したレシピです。△は子供の苦手食材、苦手調理方法を含んでいるレシピです。
現在は書き込んだ頁順にレシピが並んでいると思われますが、これらをタンパク質順にソートします。
https://f.hatena.ne.jp/lyri/20240523101436
こうすることで「鶏が足りない！」 「ここに豚が欲しい！」 「トマト系のレシピ無いかな～」 「レンジ調理できる副菜ないかな～」等、検討時のレシピの検索が非常に便利になります。また、PDF頁数も一緒に移動することで索引機能を果たします。
例）
主菜A：◎肉入り野菜炒め（玉ねぎ・にんじん・キャベツ）→主菜に野菜たっぷり入ってるな～「○かぼちゃの煮物」を添えとくか
主菜B：○ぶり大根（大根）→大根だけか～緑もないし「◎なすとピーマンの甘辛味噌」にしよう
どうしても「○主菜＋○副菜」となる場合は【我が家の毎日食べても飽きない野菜】を味噌汁の具やサラダにしています。
キャベツ、大根、トマト、ピーマン、ごぼう、にんじん、かぼちゃ、ブロッコリー、おくら、わかめなど。もっと増やしたい。
これらの味噌汁とサラダは応急処置なので、わざわざ表には書いていません。
現在は子供が少食なので主菜と副菜のみにしていますが、もう少し大きくなったら味噌汁とサラダもレギュラー入りさせたいし、その時は味噌汁ルーティーンも組み込んでいきたいです。
（後で見本を載せていますが、現在は子供のストライクゾーンが和食に多いので偏りがちです。成長に伴って変革していきたいです）
理由は調理のモチベーションを保つため、1品目をレンジ調理している間に2品目の材料を切ったり下ごしらえをしたり出来るので時短になるため、レンジ調理したものはそのまま粗熱を取って冷蔵庫や冷凍庫に入れてしまうので、フライパンや鍋を洗う回数や手間を減らせるからです。
毎日作る時間が確保できるのであれば、フライパン調理のみで構成しても良いと思います。私も本当はそうしたいです。
火：主菜２ 副菜Ａ（冷蔵保存） ←副菜は原則2日間で食べきります
金：主菜５ 副菜Ｂ（冷凍保存） ←副菜は原則2日間で食べきります
冷蔵：主菜１ 主菜２ 副菜Ａ ←冷凍NG食材を含んでいてもOK
私は作り置きよりも作りたてのおかずを食べたい派です。なので、水曜日だけは子供が好きで野菜もたくさん食べられて比較的調理時間が短くて手間がかからないなおかずを組み込んでいます。親子丼、ピラフ、グラタン（ほぼシチュー）、オムライス、焼きそば、パスタ等です。
ただし、山本ゆりさんのレシピ（特にレンチンするやつ）は一旦冷まして味が浸透してから再度加熱して食べるとめっっっっっっっっっちゃくちゃ美味しいので、作り置きに向いているものが多いとも感じています。
冷凍したおかずの解凍方法は、食べる瞬間の24時間前頃から冷蔵庫に入れておくと自然解凍されます。
私は前日の夕食後に冷凍庫から冷蔵庫へ移動しています。そうすると冷蔵したものと同程度の加熱時間で食べられます。
ちなみに水曜の主菜３は使用するお肉や魚だけ日曜の買い物直後に冷凍して、火曜の夜に冷蔵庫に移動して自然解凍された状態で調理します。
https://f.hatena.ne.jp/lyri/20240523103013
水曜日のセルが黄色なのは、私が献立を考える際に「ここは固定！」とわかりやすくするために塗った名残なので特に意味はありません。
タンパク質、野菜数、ジャンル、調理方法のバランスが割と整っているのではないでしょうか。
完璧に組み立てるのは正直かなり難しいです。
例えば上画像の5週目の木曜と金曜は○と△で構成されてしまっているので、更に味噌汁を追加するか、もしくはバターしょうゆの味付けとスナップえんどうに合いそうな野菜（いんげんとかアスパラ？）を追加したいところです。味噌汁を新たに作る方が簡単で食卓の見栄えは良いです。
これらは更に小さいセルで管理すると見える化でき、ジャンルや野菜のばらつきをチェックできます。
入れ替えの際はこちらの更新も必要で面倒ですが、やっておくと新たなレシピを組み込む際に非常に明快になります。
https://f.hatena.ne.jp/lyri/20240522151313
入れ替えが発生する要因として1番多かったのは、ジャンルの偏りと野菜の偏りです。
中華系ばっかりで胃もたれやばいな！とか1週間ずっとブロッコリーとキャベツ食ってるな！等です。
散らすと飽きが来なくて良いです。
カレーやシチューは1ヶ月に1回にする等、何かを固定すると組み立てやすかったです。
また魚のレシピが少なくなりがちなので、まずは魚を設置してみるといいかもしれません。
主菜も副菜も夜に食べきってしまうのではなく、基本的に翌日の朝食とお弁当でも食べています。
金曜の主菜５は翌週月曜日の朝食とお弁当にするので、金曜分と月曜分に小分けにして冷凍すると尚良いです。
私は面倒なので金曜分をまるごと解凍して夕食に出し、その後粗熱を取って再冷凍しています。（あんま良くない？）
献立表を組み終わったらレシピのPDFから画像ファイル（PNGやJPEG等）を作成して、Googleドライブのようなクラウドストレージに格納します。
PDFを画像ファイルに変換するアプリケーションを使用したり、私はScreenpressoを使用して切り取っています。
https://f.hatena.ne.jp/lyri/20240523114245
これは4周目のフォルダです。1ファイル700KBくらいでした。サイズは600×600くらい。
文字が読める程度の解像度と読み込み速さを確保できれば良いです。
1レシピずつ参照しながら必要な食材や調味料を書き出します。使用個数まで書いておくとわかりやすいです。
→合計で1個あれば足りるね！使い切りたいから野菜南蛮に1/2個使うか！等の計画を立てられます。
記録は私はGoogleKeepを使用しています。PCで書き出し、店舗ではスマホで閲覧します。
材料は一旦全部書き出して、冷蔵庫に残っているものがあれば消していきます。
例えば私は玉ねぎ、にんじん、じゃがいもは袋で買っていて、冷蔵庫に残っていることが多いので照合します。
調味料は滅多に無くならないので書き出しの際に省略することが多いです。（使い切った時の達成感すごい）
そうするとリストを上から順番に追っていくだけで買い物が終わります。
野菜→魚→乾物→肉→乳製品みたいなざっくりとした順番で大丈夫です。
クラウドストレージに保存した画像ファイルを見ながら進めます。
収納ラック等で1段高い位置にスマホを置いて、調理場所を広く確保すると汚れないので良いです。
余談ですが包丁とまな板は2セット用意して野菜用と肉魚用で分けています。
以上です。
普段喋り言葉で草生やしまくりのブログ執筆やツイートしかしてないので至らない部分があったらご指摘ください。
最後に、私が実際に運用している献立表のジャンルと一部の野菜のばらつきを見える化した一覧表をご参考までに。
https://f.hatena.ne.jp/lyri/20240524094732
