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2024-05-22

anond:20240522150011

Hit points are a combination of actual physical constitution, skill at the avoidance of taking real physical damage, luck and/or magical or divine factors. Ten points of damage dealt to a rhino indicated a considerable wound, while the same damage sustained by the 8th level fighter indicates a near miss, a slight wound, and a bit of luck used up, a bit of fatigue piling up against his or her skill at avoiding the fatal cut or thrust. So even when a hit is scored in melee combat, it is more often than not a grazing blow, a scratch, a mere light wound which would have been fatal (or nearly so) to a lesser mortal. If sufficient numbers of such wounds accrue to the character, however, stamina, skill, and luck will eventually run out, and an attack will strike home...

(Gygax, Dragon Magazine #24, 1979)

2024-05-20

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.

I usually just don't go in there since it's often crowded.

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

You want to know the secret?

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 youll drive yourself insane”.

Top of that list: Doorknobs.

2024-05-10

Apple、新iPad Proの動画「Crush!」について「的外れだった」と謝罪

https://news.yahoo.co.jp/articles/92f47998fa9ce53eaffea53c63fffa4c634cbe14

 Ad Age5月9日付の記事で、Appleマーケティングコミュニケーション担当副社長トールミューレン氏は「Creativity is in our DNA at Apple, and it’s incredibly important to us to design products that empower creatives all over the world. Our goal is to always celebrate the myriad of ways users express themselves and bring their ideas to life through iPad. We missed the mark with this video, and we’re sorry.(創造性はAppleDNAに組み込まれており、われわれにとって、世界中クリエイターに力を与える製品設計することは非常に重要です。Apple目標は、ユーザーiPadを介してアイデアを実現する無数の方法自己表現するのを称賛することです。だが、この動画は的を外していました。申し訳ありません)」と謝罪した。

2024-04-25

Media made us restrict our movements during COVID-19

Media made us restrict our movements during COVID-19, and it had a very big impact. I checked Twitter and TV every day to see how many people were getting COVID-19, being hospitalized, and dying. Japanese TV showed videos of people on artificial respirators in hospitals, which was shocking and made me afraid to go out. I worried that if I got COVID-19, I would end up in the hospital on a respirator and might die. After watching those shows, I couldn't watch regular news on TV because I was so scared of COVID-19.

I stayed home for a long time, but I caught the virus from my father in September 2023. He had been coughing a lot since 2020 because of another disease, so I thought it was just that. But in the middle of September, his cough sounded different, so I thought it might be COVID-19. I was planning to go to Canada at that time, but things turned out badly. Both my mother and I got COVID-19 and had a very tough time. It was hard to breathe, but after a month, my symptoms weren't as bad. I didn't need to be hospitalized. I think that sometimes watching social media or TV can give us negative information that restricts our movements, but in this case, it was too much.

2024-04-23

anond:20240422140825

日本のじいちゃんばあちゃん特殊需要の運にも味方されて、ハードワークでメイドインジャパンを作り上げたが、

その孫たちはろくに働かなかった、ただそれだけ

 

これは世界的な傾向なので、世界中に、1代目がハードワークで財を成し、3代目が家を潰す 的なことわざがある

 

  • 売り家と唐様で書く三代目
  • 富不过三代
  • The father buys, the son builds, the grandchild sells, and his son begs.
  • Shirtsleeves to Shirtsleeves.

 

与えて貰って当然の苦労知らずが全員仲良く怠惰に、ポジティブ面なら、ちょっとだけ教養がつき、ちょっとだけお上品になった

 

日本世界の違いは、ハードワークを厭わない移民を受け入れたかどうかと、貧富の差が激しくない平等な国かどうかだね

(Appleとかハードワークアピールとかしてるし)

平等日本は、経済効率よりも、社会的安定と福祉目標を重視した雇用制度取ってるから

工場で人雇わないとケツも蹴られるし

 

なお、ワイもあんま働きたくはないやで

2024-04-19

anond:20240418205722

サンキュー。すまんかった。

再生リスト YouTube 仕様変更」でGoogleとXで検索はしたんやけどな。

しかしこれが元増田のいう仕様変更だとすると、「再生リスト」にだけ特別に影響がある変更というわけではない感じかな?

結局この大幅なリニューアルレベルレイアウト変更で、再生リストの使い勝手仕様はどう変わったわけ?

「Also, I can't seem to get playlists to work with this new layout and I have lots of them. 」っていうコメントがあるから再生リストがまったく無くなっちゃったのかな?

もしそうなら「再生リスト YouTube 仕様変更」で検索結果が出てもよさそうなものだけど、ないってことは、日本では未適用なのかな?

2024-04-18

The Guo farm is a financial scam

Guo Wengui lied to hundreds of thousands of his online followers, promising them huge profits if they invested in GTV Media Group, Himalayan Farm Alliance, G| Club and Himalayan Exchange. Since at least March 2018, Guo Wengui has been the mastermind behind the complex financial scam, in which he and his financial adviser Kin Ming Je defrauded thousands of people and made more than $1 billion. Guo Wengui's success has a "cult" flavor. Calling believers in the name of "anti-communist", creating a community with closed information, while bullying or threatening to punish those who are not firm in their beliefs. After packaging himself as a "master" type of figure, it is natural to harvest the wealth of believers.

2024-04-12

Mr.Ippei Mizuhara

I am not a gambler, but I would like to stay with Ippei Mizuhara in a hotel in an entertainment district in the middle of the desert.

He and I would never gamble.

But as he grips the slot lever with his buttocks tightened, I secretly burn with jealousy as I watch the pile of medals that gradually emerge from the seat next to me.

I would shift in my seat and play poker. I try desperately to drive the anxiety from my face, to imagine the joy of victory, but I know it is pointless.

In the end I will not win.

And I will return to my original seat, angry and sad.

Sometimes we will look at each other over the baccarat table. In those moments, we would tell each other our own moves in the blink of an eye, and we would take care that one of us would win.

One day one of us will be penniless and the other will bury him outside the city. Then he will write a little poem to his friend who has traveled, and then he will kill himself, having found no reason to live without a last-minute bargaining chip.

私はギャンブル依存症ではありません、ですが、水原一平さんと一緒に砂漠の真ん中にある歓楽街ホテルに泊まりたいです。

私と彼は賭け事をすることはないでしょう。

しかし彼が臀部を引き締めながらスロットレバーを握るとき、次第に出てくるメダルの山を、隣の席で見ていた私は密かに嫉妬の炎を燃やします。

私は席を移って、ポーカーをするでしょう。私は不安感を表情から追い出そうと、必死勝利の喜びを想像しますが、それが無意味なことを知っています

最終的に私は勝てないでしょう。

そして私は怒りと切なさを感じながら元の席に戻ります

時々私たちバカラテーブル越しに目配せしあうことがあるでしょう。その瞬間、私たち自分自身の手の内を、瞬きの回数で教え合い、そしてどちらかが勝てるように配慮していくのです。

ある日、私たちの一人が無一文になり、もう一人が街の外に彼を埋めますそれから彼は旅だった友人にちょっとした詩を書いて、そしてギリギリ駆け引きなしには生きる理由を見出せずに自殺するでしょう。

2024-04-09

anond:20240409112543

https://honeshabri.hatenablog.com/entry/blood_and_bust

お気持ち重要

ここで女性ネットでどのように性的欲求を解消するか思い出して欲しい。1位が「恋人セフレへの連絡」で、2位が「チャットである。そして画像動画を見るのよりも文章を読むことを好む。これは肉体だけでなく、精神的な繋がりも求めるからだ。

これもまたロマンス小説を読めば分かることだが、より定量的調査としてオーガスとガダムがAdultFanFiction.net女性向け官能小説分析した結果をみてみよう。彼らは作中でよく使われる男性人称代名詞を含む2語の語句抽出した。

his gaze (見つめる彼の目)

his lover (彼の恋人)

his teeth (彼の歯)

his heart (彼のハート)

he sighed (彼は吐息をもらした)

his mind (彼の気持ち)

対してNifty Erotic Stories Archiveのゲイ向け小説で多く登場するのは以下だ。

his hole (彼の穴)

his shorts (彼のパンツ)

his butt (彼のケツ)

his dad (彼のパパ)

his dick (彼のペニス)

his big (彼の大きな)

読者の性別が異なると重視される要素も異なることがよく分かる。女性向けは感情描写に重点が置かれているのだ。

2024-04-07

anond:20240407141259

Hey guys, did you know that in terms of male human and female Pokémon breeding, Vaporeon is the most compatible Pokémon for humans? Not only are they in the field egg group, which is mostly comprised of mammals, Vaporeon are an average of 3"03' tall and 63.9 pounds. this means they're large enough to be able to handle human dicks, and with their impressive Base stats for HP and access to Acid Armor, you can be rough with one. Due to their mostly water based biology, there's no doubt in my mind that an aroused Vaporeon would be incredibly wet, so wet that you could easily have sex with one for hours without getting sore. They can also learn the moves Attract, Baby-Doll eyes, Captivate, Charm and Tail Whip along with not having fur to hide nipples, so it'd be incredibly easy for one to get you in the mood. With their abilities Water Absorb and Hydration, they can easily recover from fatigue with enough water. No other Pokémon comes close with this level of compatibility. Also, fun fact, if you pull out enough, you can make your Vaporeon turn white. Vaporeon is literally built for human dick. Ungodly defense stat + high HP pool + Acid Armor means it can take cock all day, all shapes and sizes and still come for more.

2024-04-06

Close your head

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

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

2024-04-04

anond:20240404082847

中1のころHeの所有格がHe’sじゃなくてHisなのが納得できなかったなあ

2024-04-03

anond:20240403155804

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

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

2024-03-28

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

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

ambulance chaser 

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

2024-03-27

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映像見たら「the bus that Shohei Ohtani is driving over his interpreter」って言い回しだったか

バスに突き飛ばす方の言い方を見慣れてないと連想できないと思う

2024-03-26

米津玄師がLemonのPVヒールの靴を履いている理由

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

2024-03-23

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なんか情報錯綜しててよく分からん

エンゼルスから給与が年$85,000で、大谷から支払われる分も合わせると年$300,000~$500,000ということ?

https://www.espn.com/mlb/story/_/id/39768770/dodgers-shohei-ohtani-interpreter-fired-theft

Mizuhara confirmed to ESPN he has been paid between $300,000 and $500,000 annually.

https://www.espn.com/mlb/story/_/id/39784809/dodgers-shohei-ohtani-mizuhara-theft-line

At the time, his salary with the Angels was about $85,000, he says,

2024-03-21

大谷通訳の件そうとうきな臭い

https://www.espn.com/mlb/story/_/id/39768770/dodgers-shohei-ohtani-interpreter-fired-theft

Initially, a spokesman for Ohtani told ESPN the slugger had transferred the funds to cover Mizuhara's gambling debt. The spokesman presented Mizuhara to ESPN for a 90-minute interview Tuesday night, during which Mizuhara laid out his account in great detail.

当初大谷広報メディアに対して「大谷水原借金を肩代わりした」と説明し、水原に90分のインタビューに答えさせて詳細を説明したと

However, as ESPN prepared to publish the story Wednesday, the spokesman disavowed Mizuhara's account and said Ohtani's lawyers would issue a statement.

"In the course of responding to recent media inquiries, we discovered that Shohei has been the victim of a massive theft, and we are turning the matter over to the authorities," read the statement from Berk Brettler LLP.

The spokesman declined to answer any further questions, and the statement did not specify whom they believe perpetrated the alleged theft.

ところが翌日になって水原説明否定し、大谷窃盗被害者だと弁護士が発表して広報はそれ以上の質問に答えることを拒否した

これマジで水原が罪を被ったんじゃ?

賭博のものへの関与はなかったとしても当初発表の通り大谷借金肩代わりして違法賭博業者に送金してたらそれだけでヤバいよな

2024-02-29

duolingoやってるが、マイノリティへの配慮は解るけど悉くhis husband ばかり出てきてこればかりにしなくても良いやんてなった。

マイノリティはいつもそう思ってたしそれを味わえって事かもしれんけど。

2024-02-28

観光地などの生産性が低いとかいう話で思い出す

anond:20240227164909

↑を読んで思い出した

日本スキー場外国人だらけで日本人がいけなくなってるとかいう話に対して

ホテルの人が、そもそも日本観光地人口減少と地方過疎化ダブルパンチで寂れてて大変って話だったんだが?

日本人がいけないとかそもそもの前提がおかしいんだよ

みたいに答えてた

それでインバウンドに力入れて2013年ごろから観光回復し始めたって話

https://www.tourism.jp/tourism-database/stats/inbound/

そういえば10年前はそういうニュース多かったよなって

観光地が寂れてるってニュース

それを無理やりアイディアでやりくりしてる人の特集してたよね

あの有名なUSJ建て直したとかいう人もそういう流れで知ったな

ハウステンボスHISとかね

そんで外国人のおかげでたてなおりつつある観光業みて、twitterでは日本は衰退してしまったっていうんだよね

いやそもそも衰退して人がいなかったって話なのに、外国人が来ても衰退しましたっておかしくない?って思う

2024-02-27

国内旅行するなら楽天トラベルが最強なの?

春休み国内旅行のためにホテル航空券の予約をするんだけど楽天トラベルが最強のOTAなのかな?

楽天名前が付くとみんな批判的なこと言うし、なんなら自分も多少そういう思いがあるんだけど

使ってみたらまあ楽天トラベルが一番使い易くて予約までスムーズなんだよな。

一休.com使うほどお金ないしそもそも航空券は付いてなかったよね。

HISJTBもみたけどプランホテル楽天トラベルに比べて少ない。定宿がある人には便利そう。

高い金払って良いホテルに泊まればどのOTAを使っても変わらないんだろうけど。

航空券単体ならGoogle最安値提案してくれるけどホテルと別々に料金を比較して少しでも安いとこ探そうとすると面倒だし。

でも似たようなプランを各OTA比較すると楽天トラベルは1〜2万円ぐらい高いんだよ。良いから高いんだろうな。

[]楽器の仕組みを知ろう 2024.2.27

Instrument: Sheng

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qkkA5yWrvww

Get to know the Chinese sheng, an instrument whose name invokes peace, harmony and balance between humans, nature and the universe. The sheng has a history stretching back many centuries, and is the ancestor of all free-reed instruments (such as the accordion, and the free-reed stops on the organ). It also inspires today’s composers, from China and around the world. Virtuoso sheng player Wu Wei demonstrates the versatility of his instrument, and how to prepare and tune it (including where to pour the hot water in!).


Discover the rest of our videos on the woodwind section in our playlist: • Woodwind Instruments (Philharmonia Or...


CHAPTERS

00:05 - Introducing the sheng

00:39 - Parts of the sheng

03:14 - Mounting the reed (part I)

06:33 - Meaning of sheng

07:56 - Chinese music

13:03 - Mounting the reed (part II)

13:41 - Tuning

16:10 - Production of sound

17:49 - Hot water

19:18 - Different sizes

20:07 - Learning the sheng

2024-02-21

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直訳版



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

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

I have decided. Then, to her Cinderella

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What's the point of telling Teme?"

Cinderella returned with an ax in her hand

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

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

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

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

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

She is Cinderella with a cigarette in her mouth

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

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

"Her hand slipped," she laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was of course the perfect size for Cinderella.

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

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

Then Cinderella grinned and

I unbuttoned all the buttons on her jacket.

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

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

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

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

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

end

2024-02-16

[]現代音楽を聴こう 2024.2.16

ライブ配信です

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NLfxE-f5Is

cresc...

Biennale für aktuelle Musik Frankfurt Rhein Main 2024

Eröffnungskonzert


Gérard Grisey:

Les Espaces Acoustiques


Ensemble Modern

hr-Sinfonieorchester – Frankfurt Radio Symphony

Megumi Kasakawa, Viola

Sylvain Cambreling, Dirigent


hr-Sendesaal Frankfurt, 16. Februar 2024



»Fadenspiele«. Die Bedeutung von Netz-Werken beleuchtet das Festival »cresc... 2024«. Das Eröffnungskonzert des Ensemble Moderns und des hr-Sinfonieorchesters präsentiert eines der monumentalen Schlüsselwerke des 20. Jahrhunderts. Mit seinem abendfüllenden Orchesterwerk »Les Espaces Acoustiques« schuf der Franzose Gérard Grisey im Zeitraum von elf Jahren einen Zyklus, bei dem jeder folgende Teil den akustischen Raum des vorangegangenen erweitert und vergrößert.

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»String Figures«. The significance of net works is highlighted by the festival »cresc... 2024«. The opening concert of the Ensemble Moderns and the Frankfurt Radio Symphony presents one of the monumental key works of the 20th century. With his full-length orchestral work »Les Espaces Acoustiques,« Frenchman Gérard Grisey created a cycle over a period of eleven years in which each successive part expands and enlarges the acoustic space of the previous one.

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