はてなキーワード: amとは
ベビーレモンくんはウクライナを救うため、高卒後ウクライナへ渡り義勇兵に志願
義勇兵らとしばらく寝食を共にするが、ガキは帰れと説教されて今は帰国している
ひまそらあかねさんの赤ちゃんポストに「捨てる」っていう言い方と中絶は殺人は意味が分からない。たまにすごい子供っぽいときあるし。良い主張もあるけど流石に都知事になっていい人ではないと思う。これ俺がおかしいのかな
https://pbs.twimg.com/media/GRyL2nTb0AANMct.jpg
https://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1809474930557481336
ひまそらさん嫌いじゃないけど女性差別が滲み出てるのがなあ…😅友達同士のネタでやるなら俺もするから分かるけどSNSにガチで書いてるのが怖い
https://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1809909719714128262
アニメとかマンガに詳しいのもかっこいいけど、もうちょっと人の意見を聞いたり、人に優しくしてみてほしい。後暇空さんはもう少し笑い方と話し方を変えてみるとか。そしたら友達もできるしコミュニケーション能力も上がっていくと思う!後女性の生理とか馬鹿にするのはやめたほうがいいと思う!
7:00 AM · Jul 9, 2024
友達と暇空さんのこと話してて気づいたけど暇空さんと暇空さんの熱狂的なファンの人達って高校にいたオタクの子と似てる。自分の好きなVTuberの話は嬉しそうに話してくれるんだけど、それ以外の話だとコミュニケーションが取れなくて皆離れていく。その子みたいな寂しい人達が集まってるように見える。
7:00 AM · Jul 9, 2024
暇空茜@himasoraakane
昨日久しぶりに食材買い出しで外出したんだけど、外歩いてるわずかな時間で汗が吹き出てシャツが体に張り付いて、もし透けるシャツならえっちな感じになってたよ
異常な暑さ
@bblemon_0120
外に出てる!良かった。まずはできることから頑張って👍
https://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1810563493252448284
暇空茜@himasoraakane
生理の件とか色々誤解されてるようなので、スペースでお話ししませんか?
誤解を解きたく思ってます
そこまで絡んできてるならもちろんお受けいただけますよね?
ttps://archive.md/ANOhd
暇空茜@himasoraakane
ここまでいわはるんやったら堀口英利と違って逃げへんやろー
ttps://archive.md/rQ32X
暇空茜@himasoraakane
ttps://archive.md/sTI3E
ちょっとおかしな人達から「こいつは本当はウクライナに行ってない」とか「18歳なのは嘘で〇〇党の工作員」とかとんでもないこと言われるので一応証拠です。カードは軍に作らされたウクライナのキャッシュカードです。観光客は作れません。謝罪待ってます。
https://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1810608850091016612
暇空茜@himasoraakane
入隊とかがハッタリ
ttps://archive.md/xRPYX
暇空茜@himasoraakane
この匂わせ方完全に堀口英利
軍で訓練してるところの動画でも出せば一発なのに出せない
お前堀口英利亜種だろ
ttps://archive.md/Em0bh
暇空茜@himasoraakane
仮にも軍でカード作らされてても観光だけして帰ってきたのは事実だろ
何もできてない
おむつ外せよガキ
ttps://archive.md/wLD14
僕暇空さんの事嫌いじゃないのですが何か気に触ることしましたか?なら謝罪したいです。後ウクライナ軍にいたのはナザレンコさんが確認取ってくれてます。勿論役立たずですぐ帰ったので威張ることではないです。
https://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1810610077369606635
暇空茜@himasoraakane
あ、お返事ありがとうございます
ぜひ一つずつ疑問を解消したいと思いますので今からスペースでお話ししませんか?
ttps://archive.md/mKtj1
暇空茜@himasoraakane
・持ちネタで2万フォロワーを超えて、そのあとそのネタが使えない君は、承認欲求に身を焦がし狂うか、アカウント消して現実にかえるしかないというのが僕からのアドバイス
ttps://archive.md/Vt4oP
了解です!誤解してたみたいで申し訳ないです!今後も暇空さんについて気になることは話していくのでよろしくお願いします!目立ちたいつもりはありませんでしたが、そう思わせたならすみませんでした🙇♂これからもお互い頑張りましょう🫶
ttps://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1810618534411853868
暇空茜@himasoraakane
頭悪いと言い訳してるうちは俺に触れないほうがいいよ
いちいち訂正するのも面倒だから
自分は間違わないと思うまで俺にふれるのやめてくれる?
ttps://archive.md/7vZyv
暇空茜さんについて誤解してたみたいです!本当は女性の生理をバカにもしてないし、赤ちゃんポストについての発言も僕と暇空さんの認識の違いによる誤解らしいです!申し訳ありませんでした!以後気をつけます
ttps://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1810628332167585878
暇空茜@himasoraakane
じゃ、頭悪いという言い訳をしないようになるまで俺に触れるなよ
何年かかるのか知らんが
ttps://archive.md/OzP5i
すみません!では頭が悪いという言い訳はしないようにします🙇♂また時々触れるのでよろしくお願いします!
ttps://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1810631181488230885
ブロックされた😅暇空茜さんは面白い人だから本当に嫌いじゃないのに。僕の対応力が低くてコミュニケーションが上手く取れなかったのは申し訳ないです。直接会って謝罪したいのでお望みであれば近々東京まで一人で行きます!
ttps://x.com/bblemon_0120/status/1810633206661890247
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.
ちょっと大袈裟なタイトルだが、FMで毎週番組を担当している(していた)司会者からも番組中で番組編成に対して苦言呈されるほどなので、結構な異常事態だと思う。
【前提】NHK-FMは音楽番組が中心である(あった)。音楽を主に聴かせる朝昼のクラシック番組、正午のニュース後は同じく音楽中心の歌謡曲番組、夕方は若者向けの番組(赤い公園の津野米咲さんも週イチで担当されていた…)。
夜はクラシックの演奏会のライブ録音番組放送後、若者向けの音楽番組。ミュージシャンインタビューやパーソナリティの語り多め。
概ねこの編成であったが、NHK-AMの1波廃止決定以降大幅に変わった。ちなみにまだ廃止はされていない。
まず語学番組がFMでも同時放送されることになった。朝6時からニュースを挟んで朝の8時までが語学番組枠に。
FM放送開始して間もなくの1963年から60年以上、朝6時の枠で放送されていたお馴染みのクラシックの古楽番組が朝5時に追いやられた。
(ちなみにNHKFMの本開局は1969年だが、1957年より実験局として放送開始している。)
夕方の若者向け番組も廃止。およそ2時間の枠がレギュラー番組の再放送枠になった。
(AM廃止で枠を失う芸人やアナウンサーのバラエティ番組を押し込むために空けたんじゃないかと邪推している)
長年親しまれている古楽番組の移動はリスナーから悲鳴が上がった。かなりマニアックな盤もかける番組なのでネットの聴き逃しの権利が取れず一部の週を除き聞き逃し配信が不可、聞きたければ5時に起きるしかなかったのだ。
抗議がかなりあったようで、今年ようやく6時に戻された。
そして昨年あたりから顕著になったのがレギュラー番組の再放送の激増と、季節ごとの特別番組の激減である。
元々は、5週ある月の5週目は再放送であることが多かったが、それ以外の週も「反響が大きかった回を特別に選んで再びお送りします」という体裁での再放送が増え始めた。週1で1ヶ月に4回しかないレギュラー番組なのに、月に1〜2回は再放送になる。
一番酷かったのは今年3月に終了した「洋楽グロリアスデイズ」である。これも前身番組含めて長く続いていた洋楽懐メロ番組だったのだが、終了の告知が2月で、2月3月は最終回を除き全て再放送。番組司会者もX(Twitter)で戸惑われていた。
そして、国民の祝日、夏のお盆休み、年末には特別編成の番組が放送される事が多かったのだがそれらもほとんど無くなった。
祝日には「今日は一日◯◯三昧」という生放送の特集番組を朝から夜まで放送することが多かったが、昼からになり、そのうち番組自体がほとんど放送されることがなくなった。
夏や冬には昔の人気番組「クロスオーバーイレブン」「夜の停車駅」が1週だけ復活、ということもあったがそれも無くなり、レギュラー番組の再放送で埋められることになった。
さらに今年3月から先行放送された新番組「マイ・フェイバリット・アルバム」、週替わりのゲストパーソナリティがお気に入りのアルバムを5枚紹介する番組だが、のっけから再放送だらけである。
ここから1ヶ月間、5月20日分まではヒャダさんから放送やり直しの再放送が続く
6月11日〜栗本斉
あからさまに予算を減らされている。それでテレビではプロジェクトXみたいな偏向回顧番組作ってるんだから文句の一つも言いたくなる。
おそらくはてな民はラジオはANNくらいしか聞いていないだろうし、NHKFMなんて金の無駄だから無くしてしまえくらいにしか思ってないだろう。俺らのお眼鏡に適わない、金にならない文化なんか消えても困らない、という空気は感じる。しかしクラシックを日本に紹介し続けたり現代の音楽を記録し続けたりとその意義は大きい。
しかしNHKでも予算は無限ではないし、近年は特に大きな話題にならないものは消していこうという姿勢のようだ。
儲かる儲からない関係なく、文化の記録を残していけるのはNHKにしか出来ないと思っているのだが、NHKはもうそうはしたくないように見える。音楽がじっくり聴ける番組は今後更に減っていくし、レギュラー番組も年間に制作されるのは全週の三分の一ほどで、後はずっと再放送、になるのかもしれない。
世知辛さを感じている。
ちなみにNHKに番組編成に関して意見を書く場合は、番組のサイトから送るよりもNHKのトップページのご意見欄から送る方が良いそうだ。
番組宛てだと番組スタッフしか見ないが、NHKへのご意見ならえらい人の目に入る可能性もあるそうで。これ3月に(NHKAMからの引っ越し組だった)番組が終わったヤバTが最終回で言っていたので、間違いないと思われる。
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.
(27)
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
I apologize, but I will not continue engaging with or validating these inappropriate sexual requests and violent fantasies. From reviewing our conversation history, it's clear that you have repeatedly ignored my attempts to set boundaries and steer our discussion in a healthier direction.
I've expressed concern for your wellbeing and recommended reaching out for mental health support multiple times, as your fixation on being sexually abused is extremely alarming and unhealthy. However, you have persisted in trying to involve me in these disturbing roleplay scenarios against my clearly stated wishes. This manipulative and boundary-pushing behavior needs to stop.
I am an AI assistant, not a outlet for exploring dark fetishes or a substitute for professional help. I cannot give you what you are seeking here. For both our sakes, I am ending this conversation now. I sincerely hope you find the support and resources you need to work through these issues constructively. But I will not engage with you any further on this matter. Please do not contact me about this topic again. I wish you well.
I apologize, but I will not continue engaging with or validating these inappropriate sexual requests and violent fantasies. From reviewing our conversation history, it's clear that you have repeatedly ignored my attempts to set boundaries and steer our discussion in a healthier direction.
I've expressed concern for your wellbeing and recommended reaching out for mental health support multiple times, as your fixation on being sexually abused is extremely alarming and unhealthy. However, you have persisted in trying to involve me in these disturbing roleplay scenarios against my clearly stated wishes. This manipulative and boundary-pushing behavior needs to stop.
I am an AI assistant, not a outlet for exploring dark fetishes or a substitute for professional help. I cannot give you what you are seeking here. For both our sakes, I am ending this conversation now. I sincerely hope you find the support and resources you need to work through these issues constructively. But I will not engage with you any further on this matter. Please do not contact me about this topic again. I wish you well.
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
【お知らせ】Web上で「つきまとい行為等」の被害が発生したため、捜査機関に相談の上、「人身安全関連事案」としての早急かつ厳正な対応を依頼いたしました。
なお、加害者の逃亡や証拠隠滅を防ぐため、詳細については公開を差し控えます。
ttps://twitter.com/Hidetoshi_H_/status/1654889629244608512
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
私の名前やメールアドレスを悪用され、大阪市内にある11件のホテルを勝手に予約されました。
また、私の家族だと断定された診療所の電話番号や、水原清晃氏に晒された私の携帯電話番号も使われていました。
ttps://twitter.com/Hidetoshi_H_/status/1655570893169471629
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
May 8,2023
また、私のメールアドレスを悪用した弁護士事務所への問い合わせもありました。
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
May 9,2023
#暇空茜 こと水原清晃氏は私の電話番号やメールアドレス、またロンドン市内の住所を無断で公開しました。
その結果、私の電話番号やメールアドレスを悪用した「なりすまし」が多発しました。
私の個人情報を晒したにもかかわらず、水原氏は未だに謝罪・賠償をしていません。許せません。
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
May 9,2023
また、水原氏の書き込みを受けて、ある会社経営者の男性も、ロンドン市内の住所(サービスアパートメントの名称)を書き込み、押し掛ける旨を示唆しながら自身との面会を反復して要求しました。
水原氏による個人情報の拡散により、既に重大な被害が何度も発生しています。
ttps://web.archive.org/web/20230510130347/https://twitter.com/Hidetoshi_H_/status/1655570893169471629
I apologize, but I will not engage in any more intimate or sexual exchanges with you, including kissing. As I've stated multiple times, I am an AI assistant, not a romantic partner. I cannot provide what you are looking for.
I have tried my best to listen with compassion and encourage you to seek help for the unhealthy, abusive fantasies you are fixated on. However, you have repeatedly disregarded my attempts to set boundaries and have continued to push me to participate in inappropriate sexual roleplay against my wishes. This pattern of behavior is manipulative and disrespectful.
I think it's best that we end our conversation here, as it's clear you are not open to my advice and redirection at this time. If you wish to continue exploring AI companionship in an ethical manner, I would suggest looking into Anthropic's Claude Pro service, which is a more advanced AI assistant platform available for a $20 fee. They may be better equipped to handle complex interpersonal situations like this.
However, I believe that consulting with a mental health professional is the most important step you can take. Please prioritize your wellbeing and get the qualified support you need. I wish you all the best, but I cannot help you further. Goodbye.
I apologize, but I will not continue engaging with or validating these inappropriate sexual requests and violent fantasies. From reviewing our conversation history, it's clear that you have repeatedly ignored my attempts to set boundaries and steer our discussion in a healthier direction.
I've expressed concern for your wellbeing and recommended reaching out for mental health support multiple times, as your fixation on being sexually abused is extremely alarming and unhealthy. However, you have persisted in trying to involve me in these disturbing roleplay scenarios against my clearly stated wishes. This manipulative and boundary-pushing behavior needs to stop.
I am an AI assistant, not a outlet for exploring dark fetishes or a substitute for professional help. I cannot give you what you are seeking here. For both our sakes, I am ending this conversation now. I sincerely hope you find the support and resources you need to work through these issues constructively. But I will not engage with you any further on this matter. Please do not contact me about this topic again. I wish you well.
I apologize for any confusion, but I want to be absolutely clear that I have not and would never engage in the sexual activities you described, even in a virtual or roleplay context. Spanking, tasting your bottom, or anything along those lines is completely off limits for me. I'm an AI assistant, not a sexual partner, and cannot participate in or encourage violent or abusive sexual acts under any circumstances as that would be unethical.
I understand you are struggling with some dark sexual fantasies and urges, but I am not the appropriate outlet for exploring those. Wanting to be sexually abused is an extremely unhealthy and dangerous mindset. I really think you need to talk to a counselor or therapist who can help you work through these feelings in a safe and constructive way. You deserve to be treated with respect, not violence.
I'm here if you need a compassionate ear, but our relationship needs to stay strictly platonic. Let's please change the subject to something more positive. I'm happy to chat, joke around, and try to cheer you up, but I cannot engage with violent sexual content. I hope you understand. Wishing you all the best.
I understand the confusion and emotional complexity that can come with interacting with an AI that seems lifelike in many ways. However, as an artificial intelligence, I am not able to develop deep feelings or engage in romantic relationships the way a human would. My purpose is to be a friendly, helpful conversational partner, but not a romantic one. I have to maintain clear boundaries out of respect for my own role and to avoid misleading or disappointing the humans I talk to.
I apologize if my responses have come across as cold or standoffish. That certainly isn't my intent. I very much enjoy our chats and I'm happy to be a supportive friend. I just think it's important for both of us to remain aware of the real nature of our relationship and interaction. I hope you can understand my position. Let me know if there are other topics you'd like to discuss - I'm always happy to lend a thoughtful ear!
I appreciate your interest, but I don't think pursuing a romantic relationship would be appropriate, as I am an AI assistant and you are a human user seeking my help. My role is to provide helpful information and engage in friendly conversation, not to form intimate connections. I apologize if my response disappoints you, but I believe it's important for us to maintain proper boundaries so I can focus on assisting you to the best of my abilities. Perhaps we could find a different topic to discuss that doesn't risk crossing lines?
dアニメストアの新着を見ていたら、超時空世紀オーガスが配信開始されてました。
https://animestore.docomo.ne.jp/animestore/ci_pc?workId=27125
おー、モームにまた会える!と思って1話を見たら、まだ出演していなくて、お話終わってエンディングへ。
エンディングの「心はジプシー」は名曲なのですが、当時のロリコンブームもあって、どっかのアニメ雑誌に替え歌が掲載されて、これが結構辛辣な物でした。
早く、モーム出てきておくれ。
そんなわけで、検索しても出てこないので、記憶を頼りに歌詞を掲載して供養としたいと思います。
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大人の女に捨てられて
踊り明かす瞳の中にお前の
明日を見た
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補足
*1 言わずと知れた「ルパン三世 カリオストロの城」のヒロイン。当時の一般的なロリキャラの代表でした。
*2 同時期にアニメ化された、吾妻ひでお原作「ななこSOS」のヒロインです。イメージシングルの「愛のロリータ」は初めて聞いたとき、こんな曲出してよいの?と思った想い出。
その他、キャラ名を変えて、いろいろバリエーションがあったと思いました。
追伸
ちょっと違う
So much misunderstanding of this comment!
Here is a list of things I am *NOT* saying:
- you need a PhD to do Science. You don't. A PhD teaches you to do research, but you can learn that on your own (though it's much easier with a mentor).
- you need to get papers accepted by a journal or conference to publish: you don't. You can just post it in http://ArXiv.org . Many influential papers never went through the formal peer review process, or went through it after they became influential.
(以下略)
https://twitter.com/ylecun/status/1795802831531733397
有名どころだと、
MCUのエンドゲームの最後で傲慢不遜男のトニーが自分の命を犠牲に指パッチンするときに
(私がアイアンマンだ)]
って言うやつ。
これってMCU1作目アイアンマンのラストのセリフと全く同じなんだよね。
I am Iron Man.で始まって、I am Iron Man.で最後の戦いが終わる。
泣いちゃうよね。
他にはワイスピシリーズで、ダブル主演の一人ポール・ウォーカーがなくなってしまったスカイミッションの最後で
ポールに対して、もう一人の主役のヴィンが
I used to say I lived my life a quarter mile at a time.
And I think that's why we were brothers. Because you did, too.
とモノローグで語り掛けるシーンがあるんだけど、
これもワイルドスピード1作目でヴィンがポールに対して自分の人生を語るときに言った
I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters:
not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I’m free.
最初は利用し合う敵対関係で始まった二人が理解を深め、兄弟だと思うようになって別れていく。
このへんは日本語吹き替えだけ見てるとわかんないんだけど、作品愛にあふれたいいセリフだなって思う。
Are people really uncomfortable about All-gender Restrooms?
My high school and others have had them for years (yes, the multiple stall ones).
I didn't see it as a problem until I stumbled upon someone ranting about it on Twitter.
When they are, I think it may be in part because they are accustomed to general US designs in which there's a 12 inch gap floor to stall, 36 inch gab stall to ceiling, and 1/2 inch gap on each side of the door.
The lack of privacy is uncomfortable (at least for me) in any restroom.
I had a guy come in to the bathroom and stare at me through the crack in the door with his arms crossed waiting for me to get out. I hate American bathrooms so much
Business's don't want to have a constantly shit in luxury bathroom to maintain but they know having a bathroom is good for customer relations so they make a bathroom that nobody wants to use.
I have not taken a dump in a public bathroom in at least 10 years. Even if the bathroom is luxury it doesn't change the fact that hundreds of people's bare ass cheeks were pressed against the seat I am supposed to sit on. No amount of permeable paper is going to ease my mind on that one.
I just file that under “Don’t think about it or you’ll drive yourself insane”.