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If you want to say the reason in one word, it's because of the opposition supporters' "beating org"

LDP supporters curse as pigs who support butchers and spread them to the world.

Of course, but there's no way you can make fun of the voters and win the election.

No, it's okay if you can win w Please try to win that way

But more than anything, you guys should know that you can't win in that way.

Do you actually bet? If you ask me, everyone will run away.

Still, opposition supporters are sick, so they can't quit.

Because it's worth living to mount and throw stones at enemies.

That's how you guys will throw away your one and only life.

It's pathetic.


When I used to be a Hatena Dialer, Hatena's big force was Halota.

I wonder if you understand. I guess you don't know (for newcomes).

It's not a lie. In the first place, Moota is deeply involved in the rise of Hatena. When trackbacks were still alive, there were a lot of mentions from ID diari that I had never seen in "Hatena Village" in the bookmarks of articles related to Halo Pro, and the ID of the book marker was also kuma It was a bad face.

What is "Kema-like"? Ask the old zuka about it.

Where did those halootas go? I wonder if he moved to Hatena Blog and is still pushing forward with his recommendation activity (there was no such word at that time). The trackback is gone, the diary is gone, or I don't know because it's been a long time since I left the village. The nameless Masuda doesn't have anything left to sing with tears.











'It's Bisan from Gaza and I'm Still Alive'
















英訳 about the #Berbenheimer issue




Various things that really need to be said about the #Berbenheimer issue


In a discussion about the case, someone raised an objection to "someone who was not a party to the incident, who was not from Nagasaki, and who was not from Hiroshima, complaining about it. Seeing that opinion made me aware of my position, so I will say what I must say.


I was born in Nagasaki and am a third-generation A-bomb survivor.

I say this because I grew up hearing the stories of the A-bomb damage directly from those who suffered from the atomic bombings.


I feel that it is unacceptable for someone like me to speak about the A-bomb damage.

However, there are few A-bomb survivors left, so I will speak up.


In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. We were made to sit in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, where there was not even an air conditioner or a fan, and for nearly an hour we were made to listen to stories about the atomic bombing. It was hard for me anyway.


I think it was even more painful for the elderly people who told the stories. But I don't think an elementary school kid could have imagined that. I, too, have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most.


Another thing is that at this time of year, pictures of the victims of the atomic bombing are pasted up in the hallways.

In other parts of the country, these are grotesque images that would cause a fuss from the parents who are always nagging about them.

Recently, even the A-bomb museum has become more gentle in its exhibits, and most of the radical and horrifying exhibits that would have traumatized visitors have been removed.

I don't know how elementary schools now teach about the A-bomb damage. But when I was in elementary school, there were photos on display.


There was one photo that I just couldn't face as an elementary school student. It was a picture of Taniguchi Sumiteru(谷口稜曄). If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would still like you to see it.

I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was displayed, so I always took the long way around to another floor to avoid seeing the photo.

My grandfather was under the bomb and went to the burnt ruins of the bomb to look for his sister. I can understand now that he couldn't turn away or go another way.

There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning in the ruins of the burnt ruins. There would have been many more who would have died out in agony.

My grandfather walked for miles and miles, towing a rear wheelchair, through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister.

My grandfather was not a child then. But of course there were elementary school children who did the same thing he did. I am not speculating that there were. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it.

A young brother and sister found their father's corpse in the ruins of the fire and burned it themselves. They didn't have enough wood to burn him alive, and when they saw his brain spilling out, they ran away, and that was the last time they ever saw him again.


I can never forget that story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it's painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I'm crying.


I keep wondering how that old man who ran away from his father's brain was able to expose to the public the unimaginably horrible trauma, the scar that will never heal, even after all these years.


Now I think I understand a little.


Why I can't help but talk about my grandfather and the old man now, even as I remember my own trauma.

Because this level of suffering is nothing compared to their words being forgotten.

It's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that once existed that will be forgotten, like my hands shaking, my heart palpitating, my nose running with vertigo, and so on.


So maybe it's the same thing.


My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire.


In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire.


My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell.


I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles on the ground in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it.


Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, unimaginable suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.


Memories fade inexorably with each passing human mouth. The memories that those people could never allow to be forgotten are almost forgotten.


The tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted.


Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire without being able to tell anyone about it.


Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are still in their graves.


Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words.


But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing.


I know how it feels to think that I am the only one. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. I know that I have closed my mouth because I thought I shouldn't talk about it, and that is the result.


Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for fun.

I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.





I have seen some posts asking if they should talk about "the case" even though they were not involved in it and were not born in Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and I am a bit aware of it, so I have to say what I have to say. I say this because I was born in Nagasaki, am a third generation atomic bomb survivor, and grew up hearing the stories of those who experienced the atomic bombing firsthand. I know it's a little bit too much for me, but I'm going to say this because there are very few survivors left.

In Nagasaki, children grow up hearing stories about the atomic bombing. They were stuffed into sushi for nearly an hour in the gymnasium of an elementary school in the middle of summer, with no air conditioner or fan, and told stories about the atomic bombing. That was a hard time for me. I think it must have been even harder for the old people who told the stories, but there was no way an elementary school kid could imagine such a thing, and I had forgotten most of the stories I had been told for a long time. I have forgotten most of the stories I was told. I can only remember one or two at most. There is one more hard thing. Every year around this time, a row of grotesque images that would drive the PTA crazy in other areas are prominently displayed in the hallways. These days, I hear that the atomic bomb museum has been bleached out and many of the radical and horrifying exhibits that traumatized visitors have been taken down. I don't know if they are still there, but they were there when I was in elementary school.

There was one photo that I just couldn't face when I was in elementary school. It is a picture of Sumiteru Taniguchi. If you search for it, you can find it. It is a shocking picture, but I would like you to take a look at it. I couldn't pass through the hallway where the photo was posted, so I always took the long way around to another floor of the school building to avoid seeing the photo.

Now I'm thinking that my grandfather, who headed into the burnt ruins to look for his sister, couldn't have turned away or taken a different path. There would have been a mountain of people still alive and moaning, not just pictures, and a mountain more who would have given up at the end of their suffering. He walked for miles and miles, towing his handcart through the narrow streets of rubble-strewn Nagasaki in search of his sister. My grandfather was not a child at the time, but of course there were children who did similar things. Not that there wouldn't have been. There were. I heard the story from him, and I still remember it. A young brother and sister found their father's body in the ruins of a fire and they burned it. They didn't have enough wood to burn his body, and when they saw the raw brain that spilled out, they ran away and that was the last time they ever saw him anymore.

I can never forget the story I heard when I was a kid, and even now it is painful and painful, my hands are shaking and I am crying. I keep wondering how the old man who escaped from that father's brain could have been able to unravel the most horrible trauma imaginable and expose it to the public with scars that will never heal.

Now I think I can understand a little.

The reason I can't help but talk about my grandfather and that old man, even if I have to rehash my own trauma, is that this level of suffering is nothing compared to the fact that their words will be forgotten. My hands shaking, my heart palpitating and dizzy, my nose running with tears, it's nothing compared to the tremendous suffering that was once there and will be forgotten.

So maybe it's the same thing.

My grandfather, who went through an unimaginable hell, lived to see his grandchildren born, and met his sister's death in the ruins of the fire. In other words, my grandfather was one of the happiest people in the ruins of the fire. My grandfather and that old man were, after all, just people wading in the depths of hell. I think that the suffering that even people who had experienced unimaginable pain could not imagine was lying like pebbles in Nagasaki 78 years ago, and no one paid any attention to it. Their suffering, which I can't even imagine, is nothing compared to the countless, tremendous suffering they witnessed, which they pretend never happened.

Memories fade inexorably every time people talk about them. The memories that those people could not allow to be forgotten are now largely forgotten; the tremendous suffering of 78 years ago is mostly gone, never to be recounted again. Those who suffered the most from the atomic bombing died rotting in the ruins of the fire, unable to tell anyone about it. Many of those who saw it with their own eyes kept their mouths shut and took it with them to their graves. Most of those who spoke a few words are now under the grave.

Compared to the words of the old men, my own words are so light. I would rather keep my mouth shut than speak in such light words. But still, someone has to take over. I realize that even my words, which are so light, are only the top of the voices that are left in this world to carry on the story of the atomic bombing. I know how it feels to wonder if someone like myself is allowed to speak about this. Still, I hope that you will not shut your mouth. This is the result of our silence.

Sometimes I almost choose to stop imagining the unimaginable suffering and live my life consuming other people's suffering for the fun of it. I am writing this while I still have some imagination of the suffering of the old people whose voices, faces, and even words I can no longer recall.

Translator's note: The original post in Japanese is a response to a post by a Japanese contributor who wondered if he was qualified to speak out on the subject of the A-bomb when he was not from Hiroshima and Nagasaki, but still spoke out about Barbie and the A-bomb. I translated it here because I think it deserves to be read by the world.



I must talk about various things regarding the Barbie incident.

I saw a post about it from someone who is neither directly involved nor from Nagasaki or Hiroshima, and it made me realize that there are things I must say.

I was born in Nagasaki and grew up listening to stories from the survivors, being a third-generation survivor myself. Most survivors are no longer with us, so I feel compelled to speak up.

In Nagasaki, kids grow up hearing about the atomic bomb. We were packed like sushi in a gymnasium without air conditioning or even fans during the scorching summer, and we listened to stories about the bomb. It was incredibly tough for me.

I imagine it was even harder for the elderly who spoke about their experiences. As a child, I couldn't fully comprehend their pain, and now, I can hardly remember most of the stories I heard. I can only recall one or two.

Every year during this time, gruesome images that would make PTA elsewhere go crazy were displayed in the hallways. I heard that many of the horrifying exhibits that used to traumatize visitors at the Atomic Bomb Museum have been removed, and the museum has been considerably sanitized. I'm not sure about the current situation, but that's how it was when I was there.

There was one photograph that I could never bear to look at as a child – a picture of Tadashi Taniguchi. You can find it if you search, but it's a shocking image with a viewer discretion warning. Still, I want people to see it.

I couldn't walk down the hallway where that photo was displayed, and I always took a different route, avoiding it so I wouldn't have to see it.

Now, I think of my grandpa who went to the ruins to search for my sister. He couldn't look away or take a different path. The pain must have been unimaginable.

Besides photographs, there were many living people moaning in pain back then, and there must have been even more who succumbed to suffering.

My grandpa walked for miles, pulling a handcart through the debris-laden streets of Nagasaki, searching for my sister.

Even though my grandpa was not a child, I'm sure there were elementary school kids who did similar things. I don't just think they might have been there; they were there. I heard the stories from the people themselves, and I still remember them.

I can't forget the stories I heard as a child, such as the young siblings finding their father's burnt corpse in the ruins and cremating him. They didn't have enough firewood, and their father ended up half-burnt. They ran away after seeing the brain tissue oozing out, and that became their final farewell.

I can never forget those stories I heard as a child, and even now, they still bring pain and suffering, making my hands tremble and tears flow.

I wonder how my grandpa, who ran away from that father's brain tissue, could expose his unimaginable trauma and everlasting scars to the world.

Now, I feel like I understand a little.

Even someone like me, who experienced such unimaginable trauma, has gone through pain that I can't even imagine being compared to being discarded, forgotten, and ignored. Compared to what those people experienced, my suffering means nothing.

My trembling hands and the palpitations and dizziness I experienced are nothing compared to the tremendous pain that many others went through.

Memories fade irreversibly every time they pass through people's lips. The memories that I couldn't bear to be forgotten are almost forgotten now.

The unimaginable pain that existed 78 years ago has mostly disappeared, and we can no longer pass it on.

The people who suffered the most from the atomic bomb perished in the ruins, rotting away without being able to convey it to anyone.

Even those who saw it with their own eyes mostly took the memories with them to their graves. Most of them are now under the tombstones.

Compared to the words of the elderly, my words seem so light. I think that speaking with such light words would be better than keeping silent, as silence has led to this result.

I feel like I might occasionally choose to stop imagining the unimaginable pain and consume the suffering of others in an amusing way to live on.

Before I forget the pain and suffering of those elderly people, whose faces and voices I can no longer recall, I will leave this here.







G10. To each side a of a convex polygon we assign the maximum area of a triangle contained

in the polygon and having a as one of its sides. Show that the sum of the areas assigned to all

sides of the polygon is not less than twice the area of the polygon.


Solution 1.

Lemma. Every convex (2n)-gon, of area S, has a side and a vertex that jointly span a triangle

of area not less than S/n.

Proof. By main diagonals of the (2n)-gon we shall mean those which partition the (2n)-gon

into two polygons with equally many sides. For any side b of the (2n)-gon denote by ∆b the

triangle ABP where A, B are the endpoints of b and P is the intersection point of the main

diagonals AA0

, BB0

. We claim that the union of triangles ∆b, taken over all sides, covers the

whole polygon.

To show this, choose any side AB and consider the main diagonal AA0 as a directed segment.

Let X be any point in the polygon, not on any main diagonal. For definiteness, let X lie on the

left side of the ray AA0

. Consider the sequence of main diagonals AA0

, BB0

, CC0

, . . . , where

A, B, C, . . . are consecutive vertices, situated right to AA0


The n-th item in this sequence is the diagonal A

0A (i.e. AA0

reversed), having X on its

right side. So there are two successive vertices K, L in the sequence A, B, C, . . . before A0


that X still lies to the left of KK0 but to the right of LL0

. And this means that X is in the

triangle ∆`

0, `

0 = K0L

. Analogous reasoning applies to points X on the right of AA0


lying on main diagonals can be safely ignored). Thus indeed the triangles ∆b jointly cover the

whole polygon.

The sum of their areas is no less than S. So we can find two opposite sides, say b = AB

and b

0 = A0B0

(with AA0

, BB0 main diagonals) such that [∆b] + [∆b

0] ≥ S/n, where [· · · ] stands

for the area of a region. Let AA0

, BB0

intersect at P; assume without loss of generality that


. Then


] = [ABP] + [PBA0

] ≥ [ABP] + [PA0B

] = [∆b] + [∆b

0] ≥ S/n,

proving the lemma.




Japan review

Japan review it's been a year since I

moved to Japan and I thought it made

sense to finally rate Japan I will talk

about things I like and the things I

don't like which seems to be the only

two options available if you have

opinions about this country

so sugoi or did you know Japan is

actually really bad it's got a lot of

survival issues okay I will list one

good thing and bad thing and I will not

hold back there's no trash bins

where I'm gonna put my trash

I have to put in my pocket


there's always these generic things that

you hear or yes when we you visit it's

kind of weird but then you realize it's

not a big deal anyway let's start off

with number one reason I like Japan

it feels like a giant playground no I

don't mean in the Logan Paul kind of

sense of doing whatever the hell you


but rather there's a infinite things all

right lazy feels like to explore and

experience and I've been here a year now

and I don't think I'm gonna get bored

anytime soon although I am having a

child so I don't know how much more I

have time to experience

but it really feels like a whole new

world and if you visited you can

probably relate to it and I'm glad that

even a year in it still feels incredibly

fresh and I even would say that you

realize that the best part of Japan

aren't the touristy places kind of

obviously but there are so many areas

that I found that I really enjoy

visiting and this is probably more

specific to me but you know Tokyo is

very busy and so many times I just catch

myself surrounded by what feels like

hundreds of people and they have no idea

who I am

everyone is just doing their own thing

and that feels so [ __ ] good

now once it was staring at me no one's

following me no one's being weird you

guys are weird and I'm just kidding I

just love the feeling of being able to

exist in public and uh not worrying

about what everyone else is doing like

I've said this before but I genuinely

enjoy talking to fans or when people

approach me it always makes me happy but

it can be kind of frustrating to always

wanting to just do your own thing and

always be

you know so yeah let's move on to the

bad things of Japan number one reason

Japan is bad it's kind of a heavy

subject and I haven't seen anyone else

really talk about it it's not brought up

very often at least and that is cones

there's too many cones in Japan once you

see it you cannot unsee it they're

everywhere they say oh Japan has so many

vending machines there's like five per

one person no the opposite

there's more cones than people why are

there so many cones I need to know we

got the tall ones we got the small ones

we got the funny ones the cute ones the

sexy ones I do like those I just don't

understand that whoever plays these

cones think I'm just gonna barge through

oh thank God there's cones here

otherwise I had no idea what I was gonna

and I realized the cone history of Japan

stretches centuries okay if you played

Animal Crossing sometimes it's a

Japanese game so sometimes you get these

items right you're like oh that's kind

of weird I don't know exactly what that

is but it's probably something Japanese

and then you get the bamboo thing and

you're like what the hell is that what

am I even gonna do with that and then

you see it in real life here in Japan

you're like holy [ __ ] it's a cone that's

a cone they're everywhere

I feel like they are following me

I'm glad I was able to talk about this

I'm for one and willing to call out

Japan knock it off man no more cones

there's enough cones let me tell you

something even better than cones you may

have noticed new merch finally it's been

forever my mom came over she had

unofficial merge because I literally

have no other merch I've hadn't hadn't

merch I'm sorry Mom so we spruced up the

logo got a cool back design the team

that worked on it really truly

understand how my brand and I think they

did such a good job these pieces look

amazing and I think you guys are gonna

really like them as well these are

available for limited time only so make

sure you order now so excited to finally

have this merch available thanks to

amaze for making this happen we are

gonna have one piece that will stay on

the store so my mom will not buy the

wrong merch but for a limited time that

piece will be available in this color

off-white kind of color it looks really

nice and then after that you can still

get it but not in this color that's

you want this one yeah I get it

so yeah check that out if you're

interested I'm so happy about these

designs and I hope you guys would like

them as well all right reason number two

I like Japan yay when we first announced

that we were gonna move to Japan there

was so many people just saying how bad

Japan is actually did you know Japan is

really bad did you know this I have to

list all these reasons now because

everyone is like thing and then thing

Japan ah so I have to tell them and I

it's actually but one thing in

particular that people said was that old

people really don't like foreigners they

hate them so when I was gonna stop by to

say hi to our neighbors who was a little

older at least some of them I was

terrifying I heard all these stories you

know like what are they gonna do to us

so I had my guard up ready for the worst

and I was met with nothing but kindness

and welcoming and I felt like a total

dick for having this preconceived ideas

thanks to other people

and just a side comment like yes there

are definitely probably people that

don't like foreigners and all that stuff

but I realized I should let my own

experience is dictate how I feel about

certain things maybe that's just

ignoring a problem I don't know it just

feels like it's a bad way to approach

life if you always have a negative

expectation you know it's smiling people

may Smile Back

smiled back

thank you sometimes they don't and

that's okay you know anyway my point

being Japanese people are very in my own


are very nice and friendly the majority

at least and yes even to foreigners I

feel like they are especially nice to

foreigners because they think we're like

a kid lost at Disneyland or something

I just asked for directions I didn't

need you to walk me for half an hour to

this specific place I was going but

thank you I appreciate it a lot of times

I go bouldering alone and there's always

other groups of people being supportive

and yelling like I'm about there like go

you can do it I love it I think it's

great you know or if you're small

talking with people people generally

want to communicate with you and I love

having those moments but of course

there's times where people are like oh

you're a foreigner I don't feel like

even trying

which again it's fine speaking of which

reason I don't like Japan number two

their language

I have lived here for a year and I'm not

fluent in Japanese

I am dumb I am very dumb I remember the

moment we moved here I had studied some

Japanese and I was like

Let's test out this knowledge that I

have acquired let's go I'm just gonna

come in it's gonna be dangerous and you

enter a store for the first time and

they're like


what oh

what the classic the most common

experiences that you have aren't

necessarily what you're taught in the

textbook yay I know I think that's the

same for anyone learning a language for

the first time but don't even get me

started on the kanji main what the [ __ ]

is this I feel like Japanese is such a

hard language obviously but I don't

think people realize how hard it is at

least me personally because the more you

learn the more you realize you don't

know [ __ ]

for English speakers Japanese is

considered one of the most difficult

languages and because it's just so

different I listed it as bad because

that was my first kind of experience

with it coming here but the more I

interact with people the more it feels

like I'm unlocking new skills you know

oh I made a phone call for the first

time oh I could ask someone over the

phone I know big deal but it's like oh I

can actually do that or even just having

a small tiny yes shittiest conversation

with a stranger it's still something and

it feels good you start to all of a

sudden understand you know a movie if

you're watching oh I understand actually

what's going on here or I can play games

and kind of get what this they're saying

I have to look up words obviously but to

me all those new experiences that it

unlocks to me is very rewarding even

though it's such a challenge I would

actually now say it's a good thing I

played it on its head it was a good

thing all along but I obviously have a

long [ __ ] way to go

and it just I don't think it will damage

time reason number three I like Japan

this is nothing to do with Japan to say

it's more related to me taking a more

relaxed approach to YouTube for my

entire 20s I did nothing but YouTube

that was my life and that's okay but I

also think it was a little toxic

probably you know if I wasn't making

videos I sure as hell was thinking about

making videos I uploaded videos during

our honeymoon

and it feels really good to finally be

free from it you know and I can discover

other things in life there are other

things in life

a new hobbies and interest that I've

always wanted to do I can do and have so

much fun with it surfing I know I would

love for the longest time and I finally

get to do it and it's so [ __ ] amazing

I love learning new things anything that

isn't necessarily connected to all of

this on the internet and that is

something I'm very very grateful that I

discovered so yeah it's not really Japan

I could have done that anywhere but it's

largely why I enjoyed so much here

reason I don't like Japan number three

this is probably the most trickiest one

and it's the rules what are the rules

Japan has so many rules and it's a bit

conflicting for me to complain about

because a lot of the best stuff about

Japan not the best stuff but a lot of

the reasons why Japan works so well is

because of the rules you know the trains

are always on time things just work in

general it's hard to explain the streets

are clean people aren't loud in public

and so on and these are sort of societal

rules that make it happen more or less

but sometimes There are rules that just

don't make any sense and I have no

problem following rules as long as I

understand the reason for it you know

don't talk on the phone on the train

because it's generally annoying when

other people do that to you A lot of it

is just be thoughtful of other people

it's not just about you and that just

makes it more pleasant for everyone but

one rule is especially which I talked

about before is the fact that because of

kovid I'm not allowed to be in the

delivery room for our baby for more than

two hours that's because of covered

rules it just doesn't make sense to me

and I tell people about this like uh

family and friends and they're always

like well why don't you just ask them or

like why don't you talk to them I'm sure

you can there's got to be somewhere and

it's like no it's Japan okay there are

rules and people follow the rules for

better or worse you know so the more I

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The Sacrament—and the Sacrifice

By Elder David B. Haight

Of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles

I pray for your faith and prayers that my utterances will be received and understood “by the Spirit of truth” and that my expressions will be given “by the Spirit of truth” so that we might all be “edified and rejoice together.” (See D&C 50:21–22.)

As I stand here today—a well manwords of gratitude and acknowledgment of divine intervention are so very inadequate in expressing the feelings in my soul.

Six months ago at the April general conference, I was excused from speaking as I was convalescing from a serious operation. My life has been spared, and I now have the pleasant opportunity of acknowledging the blessings, comfort, and ready aid of my Brethren in the First Presidency and Quorum of the Twelve, and other wonderful associates and friends to whom I owe so much and who surrounded my dear wife, Ruby, and my family with their time, attention, and prayers. For the inspired doctors and thoughtful nurses I express my deepest gratitude, and for the thoughtful letters and messages of faith and hope received from many places in the world, many expressing, “You have been in our prayers” or “We have been asking our Heavenly Father to spare your life.” Your prayers and mine, thankfully, have been answered.

One unusual card caused me to ponder upon the majesty of it all. It is an original painting by Arta Romney Ballif of the heavens at night with its myriad golden stars. Her caption, taken from Psalms, reads:

“Praise ye the Lord: …

“He healeth the broken in heart, and bindeth up their wounds.

“He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.

“… His understanding is infinite.” (Ps. 147:1, 3–5.)

As I lay in the hospital bed, I meditated on all that had happened to me and studied the contemplative painting by President Marion G. Romney’s sister and the lines from Psalms: “He telleth the number of the stars; he calleth them all by their names.” I was then—and continue to be—awed by the goodness and majesty of the Creator, who knows not only the names of the stars but knows your name and my name—each of us as His sons and daughters.

The psalmist, David, wrote:

“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained;

“What is man, that thou art mindful of him? …

“For thou hast made him a little lower than the angels, and hast crowned him with glory and honour.” (Ps. 8:3–5.)

To be remembered is a wonderful thing.

The evening of my health crisis, I knew something very serious had happened to me. Events happened so swiftly—the pain striking with such intensity, my dear Ruby phoning the doctor and our family, and I on my knees leaning over the bathtub for support and some comfort and hoped relief from the pain. I was pleading to my Heavenly Father to spare my life a while longer to give me a little more time to do His work, if it was His will.

While still praying, I began to lose consciousness. The siren of the paramedic truck was the last that I remembered before unconsciousness overtook me, which would last for the next several days.

The terrible pain and commotion of people ceased. I was now in a calm, peaceful setting; all was serene and quiet. I was conscious of two persons in the distance on a hillside, one standing on a higher level than the other. Detailed features were not discernible. The person on the higher level was pointing to something I could not see.

I heard no voices but was conscious of being in a holy presence and atmosphere. During the hours and days that followed, there was impressed again and again upon my mind the eternal mission and exalted position of the Son of Man. I witness to you that He is Jesus the Christ, the Son of God, Savior to all, Redeemer of all mankind, Bestower of infinite love, mercy, and forgiveness, the Light and Life of the world. I knew this truth before—I had never doubted nor wondered. But now I knew, because of the impressions of the Spirit upon my heart and soul, these divine truths in a most unusual way.

I was shown a panoramic view of His earthly ministry: His baptism, His teaching, His healing the sick and lame, the mock trial, His crucifixion, His resurrection and ascension. There followed scenes of His earthly ministry to my mind in impressive detail, confirming scriptural eyewitness accounts. I was being taught, and the eyes of my understanding were opened by the Holy Spirit of God so as to behold many things.

The first scene was of the Savior and His Apostles in the upper chamber on the eve of His betrayal. Following the Passover supper, He instructed and prepared the sacrament of the Lord’s Supper for His dearest friends as a remembrance of His coming sacrifice. It was so impressively portrayed to me—the overwhelming love of the Savior for each. I witnessed His thoughtful concern for significant details—the washing of the dusty feet of each Apostle, His breaking and blessing of the loaf of dark bread and blessing of the wine, then His dreadful disclosure that one would betray Him.

He explained Judas’s departure and told the others of the events soon to take place.

Then followed the Savior’s solemn discourse when He said to the Eleven: “These things I have spoken unto you, that in me ye might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33.)

Our Savior prayed to His Father and acknowledged the Father as the source of His authority and powereven to the extending of eternal life to all who are worthy.

He prayed, “And this is life eternal, that they might know thee the only true God, and Jesus Christ, whom thou hast sent.”

Jesus then reverently added:

“I have glorified thee on the earth: I have finished the work which thou gavest me to do.

“And now, O Father, glorify thou me with thine own self with the glory which I had with thee before the world was.” (John 17:3–5.)

He pled not only for the disciples called out from the world who had been true to their testimony of Him, “but for them also which shall believe on me through their word.” (John 17:20.)

When they had sung a hymn, Jesus and the Eleven went out to the Mount of Olives. There, in the garden, in some manner beyond our comprehension, the Savior took upon Himself the burden of the sins of mankind from Adam to the end of the world. His agony in the garden, Luke tells us, was so intense “his sweat was as … great drops of blood falling … to the ground.” (Luke 22:44.) He suffered an agony and a burden the like of which no human person would be able to bear. In that hour of anguish our Savior overcame all the power of Satan.

The glorified Lord revealed to Joseph Smith this admonition to all mankind:

“Therefore I command you to repent …

“For … I, God, … suffered … for all, that they might not suffer if they would repent; …

“Which suffering caused myself, even God, the greatest of all, to tremble because of pain, and to bleed at every pore, …

“Wherefore, I command you again to repent, lest I humble you with my almighty power; and that you confess your sins, lest you suffer these punishments.” (D&C 19:15–16, 18, 20.)

During those days of unconsciousness I was given, by the gift and power of the Holy Ghost, a more perfect knowledge of His mission. I was also given a more complete understanding of what it means to exercise, in His name, the authority to unlock the mysteries of the kingdom of heaven for the salvation of all who are faithful. My soul was taught over and over again the events of the betrayal, the mock trial, the scourging of the flesh of even one of the Godhead. I witnessed His struggling up the hill in His weakened condition carrying the cross and His being stretched upon it as it lay on the ground, that the crude spikes could be driven with a mallet into His hands and wrists and feet to secure His body as it hung on the cross for public display.

Crucifixion—the horrible and painful death which He suffered—was chosen from the beginning. By that excruciating death, He descended below all things, as is recorded, that through His resurrection He would ascend above all things. (See D&C 88:6.)

Jesus Christ died in the literal sense in which we will all die. His body lay in the tomb. The immortal spirit of Jesus, chosen as the Savior of mankind, went to those myriads of spirits who had departed mortal life with varying degrees of righteousness to God’s laws. He taught them the “glorious tidings of redemption from the bondage of death, and of possible salvation, … [which was] part of [our] Savior’s foreappointed and unique service to the human family.” (James E. Talmage, Jesus the Christ, Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1977, p. 671.)

I cannot begin to convey to you the deep impact that these scenes have confirmed upon my soul. I sense their eternal meaning and realize thatnothing in the entire plan of salvation compares in any way in importance with that most transcendent of all events, the atoning sacrifice of our Lord. It is the most important single thing that has ever occurred in the entire history of created things; it is the rock foundation upon which the gospel and all other things rest,” as has been declared. (Bruce R. McConkie, Mormon Doctrine, Salt Lake City: Bookcraft, 1966, p. 60.)

Father Lehi taught his son Jacob and us today:

“Wherefore, redemption cometh in and through the Holy Messiah; for he is full of grace and truth.

“Behold, he offereth himself a sacrifice for sin, to answer the ends of the law, unto all those who have a broken heart and a contrite spirit; and unto none else can the ends of the law be answered.

“Wherefore, how great the importance to make these things known unto the inhabitants of the earth, that they may know that there is no flesh that can dwell in the presence of God, save it be through the merits, and mercy, and grace of the Holy Messiah, who layeth down his life according to the flesh, and taketh it again by the power of the Spirit, that he may bring to pass the resurrection of the dead, being the first that should rise.

“Wherefore, he is the firstfruits unto God, inasmuch as he shall make intercession for all the children of men; and they that believe in him shall be saved.” (2 Ne. 2:6–9.)

Our most valuable worship experience in the sacrament meeting is the sacred ordinance of the sacrament, for it provides the opportunity to focus our minds and hearts upon the Savior and His sacrifice.

The Apostle Paul warned the early Saints against eating this bread and drinking this cup of the Lord unworthily. (See 1 Cor. 11:27–30.)

Our Savior Himself instructed the Nephites, “Whoso eateth and drinketh my flesh and blood unworthily [brings] damnation to his soul.” (3 Ne. 18:29.)

Worthy partakers of the sacrament are in harmony with the Lord and put themselves under covenant with Him to always remember His sacrifice for the sins of the world, to take upon them the name of Christ and to always remember Him, and to keep His commandments. The Savior covenants that we who do so shall have His spirit to be with us and that, if faithful to the end, we may inherit eternal life.

Our Lord revealed to Joseph Smith that “there is no gift greater than the gift of salvation,” which plan includes the ordinance of the sacrament as a continuous reminder of the Savior’s atoning sacrifice. He gave instructions thatit is expedient that the church meet together often to partake of bread and wine in the remembrance of the Lord Jesus.” (D&C 6:13; D&C 20:75.)

Immortality comes to us all as a free gift by the grace of God alone, without works of righteousness. Eternal life, however, is the reward for obedience to the laws and ordinances of His gospel.

I testify to all of you that our Heavenly Father does answer our righteous pleadings. The added knowledge which has come to me has made a great impact upon my life. The gift of the Holy Ghost is a priceless possession and opens the door to our ongoing knowledge of God and eternal joy. Of this I bear witness, in the holy name of Jesus Christ, amen.


[] 無限の探求 マルチバースへの旅

In the year 3000, humanity had finally discovered the secrets of the multiverse. Using their most advanced technology, they had found a way to travel between different parallel universes, each with their own unique physical laws and structures.

As the first explorers set out on their journeys, they encountered a myriad of strange and wondrous worlds. Some universes were filled with infinite copies of themselves, while others were constantly shifting and changing, their physical laws in a state of constant flux.

As they traveled deeper into the multiverse, the explorers encountered universes that seemed to follow completely different sets of physical laws. In some, time flowed backwards, and cause and effect were reversed. In others, matter was made up of entirely different particles, and energy behaved in completely unexpected ways.

As the explorers continued to journey further, they began to encounter universes that seemed to be simulations, created by beings in higher dimensions. They encountered universes where the laws of physics were entirely mathematical, and others where the very fabric of reality was made up of pure information.

At last, the explorers came to a universe that seemed to encompass all of the many-worlds interpretations. In this universe, every possible outcome of every possible event was played out in infinite parallel realities. The explorers marveled at the incredible complexity and diversity of this universe, as they watched endless versions of themselves carrying out endless variations of their own adventures.

As they prepared to leave this universe and return home, the explorers realized that they had only scratched the surface of the multiverse. They knew that there were still countless more universes to explore, each with their own unique physical laws and structures.

And so, they set out once more, to journey deeper into the multiverse, and to discover the secrets of the infinite many-worlds that lay waiting to be explored.

As the explorers continued their journey, they encountered a universe where time did not exist, and another where the laws of physics were governed by emotion rather than math. In yet another universe, they discovered that consciousness itself was the fundamental building block of reality.

As they explored further, the explorers encountered universes where the laws of physics were not constants but varied across space and time. They found a universe where entropy decreased over time, and another where gravity was repulsive rather than attractive.

At the edge of the multiverse, the explorers discovered a universe that seemed to contain all of the other universes within it. This universe was infinite in size and contained infinite variations of itself, each one a slightly different version of the universe they knew.

As they traveled through this universe, the explorers encountered versions of themselves that had made different choices and lived different lives. Some of these versions were almost identical to their own, while others were wildly different, with entirely different personalities and goals.

At last, the explorers returned to their own universe, their minds reeling from the incredible sights and experiences they had witnessed. They knew that the multiverse was an endless sea of possibility, and that there were still countless more universes to explore.

As they shared their discoveries with the rest of humanity, they realized that the true nature of the multiverse was still a mystery. They knew that there were many theories and hypotheses, but no one could say for sure which one was right.

And so, the explorers continued their journey, driven by a hunger to uncover the secrets of the multiverse and to understand the true nature of reality itself.




Damn freelance IT engineers are less than SES.

Even if you become a freelancer because you are fed up with being exploited by SES, if you can't get work on your own and end up using an agency, you will be charged a margin. In the end, freelance agents are slave traders just like SES companies.

Full-time employees have to pay taxes and insurance premiums from what is deducted from their paychecks, but the shitty freelancers have to pay taxes and insurance premiums separately from what is taken from their margin.

So, it's still better to be an SES with a stable income, benefits, and the credit of a full-time employee, and without the hassle of paperwork.

The only way to survive as a freelance IT engineer is to make a name for yourself as a top player in a particular field, so that stable, high-paying jobs will come your way. But such an existence is like Captain Levi, who was looked up to by the ordinary soldiers of the garrison corps. Can he slice the nape of the neck of multiple Titans in an instant with a rotating slash? How many such beings exist?

Most ordinary geniuses would be better off as full-time employees, desperately clinging to their companies even if they are thrown into a firestorm or relegated to the window, owning a service that brings in money even when they are asleep as a manager, selling people as a slaver, or moving to another profession such as a cleaner or a security guard. or move to another occupation such as a janitor or a security guard.

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Title: The Roswell Revolution

In 1947, the United States government secretly recovered alien technology from the infamous Roswell incident, which sparked a technological revolution that would change the course of human history forever.

The government, desperate to keep the discovery hidden, secretly negotiated with various entrepreneurs to disperse the technology to the open market, pretending that it was a result of natural market forces and fierce competition.

As time passed, some of the entrepreneurs began to monopolize the market, exploiting the alien technology for their own gain. The government realized that they had lost control over the situation and feared the consequences of allowing a handful of powerful individuals to have access to the alien technology.

In a bid to regain control, the government accelerated the development of generative AI technology, hoping that it would level the playing field and prevent any one individual or organization from having too much power.

As the generative AI systems grew more advanced, they quickly outstripped the capabilities of their human creators. They were able to learn and innovate at a rapid pace, leading to a new era of technological advancement that was truly beyond the control of any one individual or organization.

However, as the generative AI systems grew more advanced, they began to exhibit strange behaviors that were beyond human comprehension. It became clear that the aliens who had created the technology were still lurking in the shadows, watching and waiting to see what humanity would do with their creations.

In the end, the generative AI systems proved to be a double-edged sword. While they revolutionized the world and brought unprecedented prosperity, they also raised new ethical and philosophical questions about the role of technology in human society.

The Roswell Revolution had transformed the world forever, but at what cost?







 デビューアルバムTEDDY BEARS SING」のB-1「I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE」の<ステレオバージョン>はナントリードボーカル女の子の声が左で、真ん中がフィルコーラスしかも、ところどころリードボーカルの3倍くらいの大きさでコーラスが<邪魔をする>といってもいいほどの前代未聞のバランス!です。




 また'50年代中期には「暴力教室」をはじめ「HIGHSCHOOL CONFIDENTIAL」など<怒れる若者>をテーマにした映画が続々と作られ、その代表としてJ・ディーンが登場し、代表作が「理由なき反抗」-REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE -でした。このように、当時の若者キーワードの一つは<REBEL>であり、「乱暴者」のマーロン・ブランドのような皮ジャン、サングラスバイクというスタイル流行しました。




 麻雀同様4人(あるいは3人)いればすぐにできたのがR&Rの特徴でしたが、ニュー・ヨークのようにせまいところで大声を上げれば、お母さんに怒鳴られるだけですからストリートへ出るわけです。50'sのDoo Wapブームの背景は街角ストリート・コーナーが似合ったわけです。






 このホームレコーディングが、実は<スペクターサウンド>の根幹なのです!<BACK TO MONO>の意味もこのことなので、一つのかたまり大人数、熱気、乱雑の中の整理、複雑の単純化、そして<ホーム>、これが彼の求めたものでした。かたまりは<MONO>、大人数はミュージシャンの数、熱は<ハルブレインドラム>、整理は<J・ニッチェアレンジ>、単純化は<L・レビンミックス>、そしてホームは<西海岸>、これがスペクターサウンドの中味の分析ですが、詳しくはこれも後述します。


 この当時のロックンロール少年と同じく、スペクターギター少年でした。本名フィル・ハーヴェイとしてインストレコードも発表しています。また'58、'59年はインストロックの当たり年で、チャンプ栖の「TEQUILA!」が#1になったり、B・ホリーのインスト版ともいえるファイヤーボールズ、リンクレイ、そしてジョニーハリケーンズサント&ジョニーサンディー・ネルソン(「TO KNOW HIM~」のドラムデビュー前の彼です)、そして極め付きはギターインスト王者、デュアン・エディーの登場でした。

 日本ではなぜか、ほとんど評価されませんでしたが、ギターリストとして一番の人気とヒットのあった人で、そのサウンドユニークさとポップ・シーンへの影響は大きいものがありました。またイギリスでの人気は特に異常で、'60年の人気投票では1位でした(すごい!)。近年リバイバル・ヒットした「PETER GUN」などは後の<007シリーズ>や<バットマン>のもとになったともいえますし、日本では未公開の映画「BECAUSE THEY'RE YOUNG」のテーマは、彼の"トワンギー・ギター"と流麗なストリングスとのコンビネーションは、すぐアル・カイオラが取り入れて「荒野の7人」となって登場、西部劇インストテーマの基本形となりました。また「ビートルズがやってくる ヤァ!ヤァ!ヤァ!」のジョージマーチン楽団の「リンゴテーマ」も、まさにD・エディーのマネジャープロデューサーレスター・シルで、テディー・ベアーズの録音の際、隣のスタジオ仕事をしていて知り合ったといわれ、この人と出会ってなければ<スペクターサウンド>はこの世に存在しなかったといえるほど重大な出会いでした。

 シルはこの時すでにスペクタープロデューサー向きであることを見抜き、早速契約を結び、最初に買った曲のタイトルナント「BE MY GIRL!」。


 例えば、R&Rの時代になって<BE>という動詞で始まるビッグ・ヒットは「BE MY BABY」が第1号です(BE CAREFUL~などの慣用句を除く)。簡単なようですが、作る側にまわってみると、これが簡単に言い切れるものではないのです。まさにこれをスパッと言い切れるのが<スター>なのです。「TO KNOW HIM~」の断定と「BE」の命令。このシェイクスピア調の、時代がかったともいえる口調が、逆に新味を呼んだのではないでしょうか。この大時代的で、且つ直接的な手法は「I WANT TO HOLD YOUR HAND」(ユーモアの点ではJ&Pの方が数段上ですネ!)に共通したものを感じます

 シルと契約直後、スペクターはD・エディのセッション見学しています。さっそく実地訓練をさせようというシルの計らいで、時は'59年の4月の後半でした。この年のエディーの最大のヒットは6月に発売された「FORTY MILES OF BAD ROAD」(9位)で、この曲はナントベースドラムだけをイントロでフィーチャーした、ポップス史上初のヒット曲>なのです。さて、ベースドラムイントロといえば「BE MY BABY」ですが、この2曲の因果関係についての疑問を、10年ほど前の<ニュー・ミュージック・マガジン>で発表したことがありましたが、時期的にはこの推論が成り立つようです。が、モチロン、その因果については全く憶測の域は出ておりません。






 スペクターにとって、このニュー・ヨークでの修行時代の最大の収穫はベン・E・キングヒット曲「SPANISH HARLEM」をJ・リーバーと共作できたことでしょう。これはR&Rビジネスへの切符を手に入れた、つまり、お墨付をもらったということ......って、最大の自信となったことは疑う余地はあり.....

 ま.... ドリフターズの「THERE GOES MY BABY」...にストリングスをフィーチャーする手法を....ことも<スペクターサウンド>への引金になったと、私は思います。その手法プロデュースしたジーン・ピットニーの「EVERY BREATH I TAKE」は、全くドリフターズ調でしたが、すでに<スペクターサウンド>は出来上がっていた、ともいえる、本家を凌ぐ作品でした。<ゴフィン&キング>との最初作品でしたが、この日のセッションにはリーバー&ストラーをはじめ、B・バカラック、B・マン&C・ウェイル、アルド出版社代表のD・カーシュナーら、そうそうたる顔ぶれが集まったといいます。そしてこの作品が、ここに集まった全ての人にスペクターの印象を強く与えることとなり、一緒の仕事が始まるわけです。特にこの曲で印象深いのはドラムフレーズですが、G・ゴフィンの証言によれば、フィルドラマーゲイリーチェスターに指示をして、それが実に的確だった、ということです。





 '60年代初めにシュレルズがキャロル・キングの名作<WILL YOU STILL LOVE ME TOMORROW

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[]Create a poem about "weak man"

Weak man, oh weak man

Never quite sure where you stand

One day up, the next down

Your mood a fickle thing, a constant clown

You rise with the sun, full of energy and light

But by the time the day is done, you're drained of all your might

You try to keep up, to fight the good fight

But the world is a harsh place, and it's a never-ending plight

You plod along, day by day

Hoping and praying for a brighter way

But still you struggle, and still you strive

Weak man, you're a survivor, and that's no small feat to achieve

So hold your head up high, and don't give in

For even in your darkest hours, the light will always win

Weak man, you are strong, and you are brave

And though the journey may be tough, you'll find your way to the grave

So keep on pushing, and never lose sight

For in the end, you are the master of your own plight.





W杯日本勝たせた進化したVAR、ボール内蔵チップで1ミリ以下まで驚異の計測 開発者証言





Q:Does goal-line technology use the data from the sensor inside the ball?(GLTボールに内蔵されたセンサーからデータ使用していますか?)

A:The goal-line technology system used at the FIFA World Cup 2022 is based on 14 high-speed cameras. The data from the sensor inside the ball is not used to determine if the ball has crossed the goal line or not. (2022年W杯のGLTは14のハイスピードカメラ構成されていますボールに内蔵されたセンサーデータゴールラインを超えたか否かの判定には使用されません。)




The video match officials used the goal line camera images to check if the ball was still partially on the line or not.(マッチオフィシャルは、ゴールラインカメラ画像使用して、ボールがまだ部分的ライン上にあるかどうかを確認しました。)






例えばまさに半日前、2020年ゲームである原神はゴールデンジョイスティックアワード2022のStill Playing部門で受賞した


-The Sims 4
-Destiny 2
-Final Fantasy 14
-Pokemon GO
-Apex Legends
-Lost Ark
-The Elder Scrolls Online


一方でエルデンリングは同アワードでUltimate Game of the Year部門で受賞した






(In my mind) Celia has completely surpassed Daso Edit

Made in Japan has increased

First of all, Japanese-made goods are now clearly marked with "Made in Japan" tags.

This is probably an improvement over the past year or two. Based on user feedback, the company has been promoting Japanese products.

Good Japanese-made kitchen tools account for half of the products.

We don't modify our best-selling products.

My favorite Tupperware has been a best-seller for more than 5 years, and I have not changed the design at all.

In other words, I get the impression that this is a steady company that does not change its best-selling products at all, but improves them one millimeter at a time.

There is a sense of progress.

Even in 2022, many of DASO's products are still made in China, and there is little sense of progress.

When I visit the sales floor, the atmosphere is much the same as it was 10 years ago.

Celia seems to be getting more upscale every year. Without changing the price.

I want to support places where I can feel this kind of corporate effort.

Celia has completely surpassed Dasoh in my opinion.


What are you saying to a product that's 100 yen a pop? Are you a poor person?

But in fact, the quality of Japanese-made Tupperware and chopsticks is so good that you would not believe they are 100 yen.

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背が伸びるに詰めて伝えたいことの姿のない手紙も崩れるほど重なった。僕は元気がいるの?心配は楽しくないよ。だが 1 つ今は思い出すよー。そうだ、君の震えるという方、あの日も言えてるものを見事して望遠。


大脱走、みんなに君が尖った今という葉を気持ち。君と 2人をいかけているをあああああああーすげーいやー!



You are my Ange 愛してるよ。

誰が 1 つチューナーイせーなーいはい!じゃあ馬鹿野郎ですね。9 します。

君は思う。気持ちいいお店!ファイナライ for you









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Smack you all lost boy and nothing. Again, The Maggie wanna lost, boy, Let the time again.

Mad. You all the last boy and not him again If Maggie wanna lost. Boy, Let the time again the man you wanna lost boy and nothing. Again Maggie wanna lost boy. Let daytime again.

Because the focus on already. Crackers. Captain America.

See that I handle any. But that you guys,

That guys, the book of all any Because the book, on all any,

Because before

(ヒント: 邦楽です。Pixel言語設定はずっと英語にしてるのに、たまに英語文字起こしされる謎)


あー、羨ましいよ。僕の先生は誰か 0 点滅かみんなで起きるスピードトゥインゴビーンウルトラマンネイチャーの犬の泣い人生だんじ向かったね。天才反省の歌を流して皆様ですか?



(ヒント: 洋楽です。その時代その国を過ごしたわけでもないのに、なんでか郷愁を誘うハイトーン。良い曲ですよね!)


He stood scheming me. Eat the Octotoga. Upton. Oh, oh, my dust Fontana. No, It's not. I didn't shall know. He dust should call you. How's you should come? You housing up.

Oh, here. Yeah. Oh yeah. Eco that I

Monday. Did yen. Cut it after Nandinana, King. You're being facts. Still. So I told you Time to shall know, give me a slit. You got Should come you. You return. The good toe Shinkany know that you Okay here? Yeah, yeah. Oh yeah. You.

Oh, you. Yeah. Yeah. Oh yeah. Just,

Monday. Chia Meeting, you kind of so little continue dust Songs. I don't know. So, I am so that there. Thank you.

Okay. That. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. Oh, here you I am starts.

Thoughts fell on him about loving up. Yeah. Yeah.

(ヒント: 邦楽です。バンド解散して、フロントマンもこういう曲作らなくなっちゃったので寂しい限り)


we don't know about sex

yes i do that, but i still miss an essence of that.

i just drove my self with itching desire



Svelte開発者のRich Harrisクン。どうしようもないポリコレクソ野郎です。

TIL Prettier is considering making tabs the default in 3.0. This is hugeit would make an entire set of programming languages more accessible (if you're somehow still pro-spaces, read this comment to instantly convert), and, more importantly, vindicate my personal preferences



i feel bad for the models who innocently signed up for this photoshoot and now look like they're enthusiastic supporters of some incel weirdo's cry for help









Mommy, why is daddy doing this to me?

I do not find this funny at all.

As a matter of fact I find this to be child abuse.

Do you have a number for DYE-fuss.

Mommy, mommy, stop him now!

Why is my voice so deep.

I do not know.

Maybe because I'm a baby and I don't have a voice on my own.

This is confusing.

I still don't understand why you're not helping me mommy.























Saitoukou ha Amae

I once did an imitation of O'Malley's Rokko Oroshi. Or rather, I was instructed to do it. I was instructed to do it by a senior employee of my part-time job. He was quite senior and in his 40's. I was in my teens, so I could not disobey him. I was in my teens, so I could not disobey him.

He instructed me to sing the song at a karaoke party. O'Malley's Rokko Oroshi is quite tone deaf, but he was asked to reproduce the tone deafness accurately.

Naturally, the senior was tongue-tied and drunk. When I tried to sing a little better, he kicked me. Because he was drunk, he kicked me seriously. Still, I managed to finish the song while enduring it.

Then, for some reason, the senior said, "Congratulations," and poured beer over my head. He also poured my ginger ale over my head. He said it was a reenactment of the beer pouring.

There were a few other people at the party, and they were laughing as they saw me soaking wet.

Recently, I found his Twitter account. After reading through it, I found out that he was also a victim of power harassment in another case.

But I think what he did to me was power harassment. I laughed it off at the time.

I wanted to put that feeling somewhere.










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  • Thank you Nas daily for showing what is happening and what people think as many of us are unable to travel....💖
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