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2024-06-11

Bob the First, at the head of my long list of robins, having been killed by my pet owl, I very soon bought another. This one was not so gentle nor so handsome as Bob the First, his wings and his tail having their ends sawed off by contact with the wires of too small a cage.

Fearing that he might be lonely in my aviary with only rabbits, guineapigs, pet rats, and pigeons for company, I bought another robin called Dick. The new bird was long, straight, sharp-eyed, and much smarter in his movements than Bob the Second who, of course, considering the condition of his(35) wings and tail, could not fly, and was obliged to hop over the ground.

It was very amusing to see the two robins stare at each other. Both had probably been trapped young, for at that time the law against the keeping of wild birds in captivity was not enforced, and boys and men were perniciously active in their depredations among our beautiful wild beauties.

Bob the Second was very fond of stuffing himself, and he used to drive the pigeons from the most promising window ledges and partake freely of the food scattered about.

Poor Dick ran about the ground looking for worms, and not finding many, got desperate and flew up to the window ledge.

Bob lowered his head and flew at him with open bill. Dick snapped at him, hopped up to the food, and satisfied his hunger, Bob meanwhile standing at a little distance, a queer, pained thread of sound issuing from between his bill, “Peep, peep, peep!”

A robin is a most untidy bird while eating, and as often as Dick scattered a morsel of food outside the dish, Bob would spring forward and pick it up with a reproving air, as if he were saying, “What an extravagant fellow you are!”

Whenever a new bird enters an aviary, he has to find his place—he is just like a new-comer in a community of human beings. Bob, being alone, was in the lead when Dick came. Dick, having the stronger bird mind, promptly dethroned him. They were(36) very amusing birds. Indeed, I find something clownish and comical about all robins kept in captivity.

The wild bird seems to be more businesslike. The partly domesticated bird, having no anxiety about his food supply, indulges in all sorts of pranks. He is curious and fond of investigation, and runs swiftly at a new object, and as swiftly away from it, if it seems formidable to him.

The arrival of new birds in the aviary always greatly excited Bob, and he hopped about, chirping, strutting, raising his head feathers, and sometimes acting silly with his food, just like a foolish child trying to “show off” before strangers.

When I introduced a purple gallinule to him, Bob flew up into the air, and uttered a shriek of despair. He feared the gallinule, and hated the first Brazil cardinal I possessed, and was always sparring with him. One day I put a second cardinal into the aviary. Bob thought it was his old enemy, and ran full tilt at him. His face of ludicrous dismay as he discovered his mistake and turned away, was too much for me, and I burst out laughing at him. I don’t think he minded being made fun of. He flirted his tail and hopped away.

At one time Bob made up his mind that he would not eat crushed hemp-seed unless I mixed it with bread and milk, and he would throw it all out of his dish unless I made it in the way he liked.

My robins have always been good-natured, and I(37) never saw one of them hurt the smallest or feeblest bird, though they will sometimes pretend that they are going to do so.

When Bob took a sun-bath, any member of the family who happened to be near him would always be convulsed with laughter. He would stretch his legs far apart, stick out his ragged plumage, elevate his head feathers till he looked as if he had a bonnet on, and then half shut his eyes with the most ludicrous expression of robin bliss.

All birds look more or less absurd when taking sun-baths. They seem to have the power to make each feather stand out from its neighbor. I suppose this is done in order that the sun may get to every part of the skin.

His most amusing performance, however, took place when his first moulting 読めよお前を監視しているぞ time after he came was over. One by one his old, mutilated feathers dropped out, and finally new ones took their places. On a memorable day Bob discovered that he had a real tail with a white feather on each side of it, and a pair of good, serviceable wings. He gave a joyful cry, shook his tail as if he would uproot it, then spread his wings and lifted himself in the air. Hopping time was over. He was now a real bird, and he flew from one end of the aviary to the other with an unmistakable expression of robin ecstasy.

Most unfortunately, I had not a chance to study poor Dick’s character as fully as Bob’s, for I only had him a short time. Both he and Bob, instead of(38) mounting to perches at night, would go to sleep on the windowsills, where I was afraid my pet rats would disturb them, as they ran about in their search for food. Therefore, I went into the aviary every evening, and lifted them up to a comfortable place for the night, near the hot-water pipes. I would not put robins in a warm place now. They are hardy birds, and if given a sufficient quantity of nourishing food do not need a warm sleeping-place. If we only had a better food supply I believe we would have many more wild birds with us in winter in the Northern States and Canada than we have now.

Late one evening I went into the aviary to put my robins to bed. I could only find Bob—Dick was nowhere to be seen. My father and mother joined me in the search, and finally we found his poor, lifeless body near the entrance to the rats’ underground nest. His head had been eaten—poor, intelligent Dick; and in gazing at him, and at the abundance of food in the aviary, the fate of the rats was sealed.

I fed my birds hard-boiled egg mashed with bread crumbs, crushed hemp-seed, scalded cornmeal, bread and milk, prepared mockingbird food, soaked ant eggs, all kinds of mush or “porridge,” as we say in Canada, chopped beef, potato and gravy, vegetables cooked and raw, seeds and fruit, an almost incredible amount of green stuff, and many other things—and yet the rats had found it necessary to commit a murder.

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Well, they must leave the aviary, and they did, and for a time Bob reigned alone. I did try to bring up a number of young robins given to me by children who rescued them from cats, or who found them on the ground unable to fly, but for a long time I had very hard luck with them.

Either the birds were diseased or I did not feed them properly. I have a fancy that I half starved them. Bird fanciers whom I consulted told me to be sure and not stuff my robins, for they were greedy birds. As long as I took their advice my young robins died. When I went to my canaries for advice I saw that the parents watched the tiny heads folded like flowers too heavy for their stalks, over the little warm bodies in the nests.

The instant a head was raised the mother or father put a mouthful of warm egg-food in it. The little ones got all they would eatindeed, the father, with food dripping from his mouth, would coax his nestlings to take just one beakful more. I smiled broadly and began to give my robins all the worms they wanted, and then they lived.

The bringing up of young birds is intensely interesting. I found that one reason why early summer is the favorite time for nest-making is because one has the short nights then. Parents can feed their young quite late in the evening and be up by early daylight to fill the little crops again. Robins are birds that like to sit up late, and are always the last to go to bed in the aviary.

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I solved the difficulty of rising at daylight to feed any young birds I was bringing up by giving them a stuffing at eleven o’clock at night. Then I did not have to rise till nearly eight.

This, of course, was for healthy birds. If I had a sick guineapig, rabbit, or bird, I never hesitated to get up many times during the night, for I have a theory that men and women who cannot or will not undertake the moral responsibility of bringing up children, should at least assist in the rearing of some created thing, if it is only a bird. Otherwise they become egotistical and absorbed in self.

Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.

We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”

The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.

We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.

We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.

The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.

When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.

However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.

Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.

“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.

I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.

As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.

Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.

Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.

“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”

Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”

“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.

Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”

There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.

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One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.

The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”

The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”

Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.

Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.

I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.

She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.

Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.

I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.

After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”

Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.

“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”

I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?

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I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.

In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.

I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.

“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”

“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”

He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.

My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.

I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.

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I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.

No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l

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peace and quietness of the night after the turmoil of the day, were hooting persistently and melodiously.

“The landlady and the boarders,” gasped my sister; “they will hear and wake up. Can’t you stop the little wretches?”

I sprang out of bed, and addressed a solemn remonstrance to Solomon and Betsy. They were exceedingly glad to see me, and distending their little throats, continued to hoot, their clear, sweet young voices carrying only too well on the still Californian night air.

Then the chipmunk woke up and began to slide up and down an inclined piece of wood in his part of the cage. We were in despair. We could not sleep, until I had the happy thought of giving the owls a bath. I seized Betsy, held her in a basin of water, and wet her feathers considerably. Then I served Solomon in the same way, and for the rest of the night the tiny little things occupied themselves in smoothing their wet plumage. The chipmunk quieted down, and we had peace.

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When we got into the cottage I had a carpenter build a small aviary at the back of it, with a box for rainy weather. The nights were not too cold for my hardy birds. Indeed, they were not too cold for many semi-tropical ones. I found a bird fancier not far from me, who had built a good-sized, open-air aviary, where he kept canaries and foreign finches all the year round, with only a partly open, glass shelter for the birds to use when it rained.

My sparrowhawk did not seem unhappy in my aviary, but he never had the contented, comfortable expression that the owls had. His apathy was pathetic, and the expression of his beautiful, cruel eyes was an unsatisfied one. In time, I should have allowed him to go, but suddenly he fell ill. I think I overfed him, for I got him into the habit of taking a late supper, always leaning out the window and handing him a piece of meat on the end of a stick before I went to bed.

I brought him into the warm kitchen, where he moped about for a few days. Just before he died he came hopping toward the parlor, where I sat entertaining a friend. I often took him in there on the broad windowsill and talked to him as I sat sewing.

He stood in the doorway, gave me a peculiar look, as if to say, “I would come in if you were alone,” hopped back to the kitchen, and in a short time was no more.

My sister and I mourned sincerely for our pretty bird, and I had the uncomfortable feeling that I(20) might have done better if I had left him in his own habitat—but then he might have starved to death if his parents had not found him. Would death by starvation have been any more painful than his death with me? Possibly some larger creature might have killed him swiftly and mercifully—it was a puzzling case, and I resolved to give up worrying about it. I had done what I considered was best, and I tried to console myself for his death in petting the dear little owls that had become so tame that they called to my sister and me whenever they saw us, and loved to have us take them in our hands and caress them.

About them I had no misgivings. They would certainly have died if I had not adopted them, and there was no question about their happiness. They were satisfied with a state of captivity. They had so far lost one of their owl habits, for they kept awake nearly all day, and slept nearly all night—and they could see quite well in the most brilliant Californian sunlight, and that is pretty brilliant. A cat or a dog many yards distant would cause them to raise excitedly the queer little ear tufts that play so prominent a part in the facial expression of some owls, and they would crack their beaks together and hiss angrily if the enemy came too near.

Cats and dogs frightened them, and a broom merely excited them. When strangers wanted to see the elevation of these tufts, a broom, swiftly passed over the floor, would cause Solomon and(21) Betsy to become very wide awake, with feather tufts straight up in the air. I never saw them abjectly and horribly frightened but once. A lady had brought her handsome parrot into the room where the owls were. The poor little mites put up their ear tufts, swayed to and fro on their perch, and instead of packing their feathers and becoming thin and elongated in appearance, as they did for cats and dogs, they puffed themselves out, snapped their beaks, and uttered the loudest hissing noise I had ever heard from them.

From their extremity of fear I concluded that their instinct told them this danger was so imminent that they must make themselves as formidable as possible.

The parrot was of course quickly removed, and I took care that they should never again see another one.

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「MATCHBOX TWENTY」

2012.10.25 Thursday18:37

ドラマ「Piece」で使われてる洋楽が耳に残るので、買ってみましたよ。

MATCHBOX TWENTY 「NORTH」

好きな映画サントラとか、すぐ買っちゃう

歌詞も、すごくいいな。

I WILL」って曲の「Take a little piece of me」

(僕のかけらを、少し持っていって)って歌詞の「piece」って単語が、

ドラマ観ててもやっぱりすごくすごく耳に残っちゃうのですよ。

「かけらを持っていって」ってところが控えめで良いです。

pieceって単語自体が、私はやっぱりとても好きらしい。

別のアルバムも買ってみたけど、こちらはもっとロック調。

こちらも良いな

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音楽---

お米

2012.10.22 Monday16:35

稲を刈って来ましたよ~。

。。。って言っても、私は寝坊遅刻して、

田んぼに到着したらすでに稲刈り終わってて、

稲穂を縛ってはざかけしただけですけれど、、。

  

今年は(も?)田植え稲刈りと飲みしか参加してないです。

皆ごめん。

最近とうとう、家庭でのパン消費量がお米を上回ったそうですね。

日本食卓未来を憂いつつ、帰りの海老名SAパン買って帰る。

私も加担してるなあ。

お米ごめん。

何だかんだで引きこもり生活を愛しているけれど(根暗

外に出たら出たで気持ちいい。

洋服平気で汚しながら作業するって、普段ないですもんね。

「汚れるのを気にしない」って、ストレスフリーですよ。

ってことを、ドラマ「Piece」3話の水たまりのシーンを観ながら思いました。

今やってるネームにも、似た感じの描写がありますよ。

「汚れを気にせずストレスフリー!」

時には良いです。

「むやみに熱唱!」

「暴飲暴食!」

半日爆睡!」

「深夜に脱走!!」

胃腸が丈夫!!」

うんうん。ストレスフリー

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日記---

プチコミック」☆12月号

2012.10.19 Friday17:43

11月8日(木)発売の「プチコミック」12月号に

読み切りが載りますよ~。

まだ発売されてませんよ。11月ですよ。

ベツコミじゃなくって、プチコミですよ。

タイトルは「スゴロク」です。変なタイトル

なにがスゴロクかって説明しだすとあらすじ喋っちゃいそうなので、

漫画読んでください~。

すぐにコミックスに収録されないと思うので、雑誌で読んで頂けると

嬉しいなあ~と。

何気にデビューしてから18年間、一度もベツコミ以外の雑誌

漫画いたことないんですよね。。

チコミで描くならセクシー漫画描かないと、、、!!

セクシーイケメン描かないと、、、!!

って意気込んだんですが、担当さん

「芦原さんにそういうの期待してないから」って言われちゃったので、

セクシーじゃない漫画描きました。

お、男の人がほとんど出て来ないよ、、、、!!!

でも、恋愛モノですよ。

読んでくださいね

久々に可愛らしい色味のカラー扉を描いて、ちょっとしかったです。

女の子の髪の色は黒じゃない方が、カラーのせやすいなあ。

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お仕事---

ベツコミ☆11月号

2012.10.13 Saturday14:14

ドラマはさておき、本業ですよ!

ベツコミ11月号」本日発売です~。

「Piece」はいつも通り、90ページ。

コウジサイドのお話しと、あと今回やっと、皓の心の内が

ほんの少し暴かれる回になってます

皓くん、いっぱいいっぱい。

あと、中山優馬くんのインタビューも載ってます

恐らくご自身とは正反対の皓を理解しようと

懸命に努力されてる様子がうかがえて、

とっても嬉しい気持ちになりました。

関西弁翻訳」は、関西人あるあるですね!

(笑 ・ 私も関西人。。)

「Piece」は来年前半、遅くとも半ばには終了予定です。

「砂時計」と同じくらいの巻数になるはずですが、、、

とろとろのんびり描き綴ってきたので、今までの作品の中で

番付き合いが長いのですよね。

何とか無事、ラストまで完走できますように。

もうちょっとだけ、お付き合い宜しくお願いいたします。

1

お仕事---

ドラマ

2012.10.07 Sunday00:34

今日うちに第1話が届きましたよ~。

やっぱり、映像演出音楽とても良いです!

河合監督の撮る作品は、ドラマっていうより映画っぽい。

カツカレー食べてる本田翼ちゃんが、尋常じゃなく可愛いです。

プチ旅中のふたりが、とっても可愛い

あと、礼美ちゃんがとっても礼美っぽいな。

(痩せてるけど。雰囲気が。)

演技も上手。目がくりくりで可愛い

可愛い」は正義だな!

今週のハイライト・・・

   な、、、成海が飛んだーーーーーーーっ!!!

   (あ~びっくりした!!)

もうすぐ始まりますよ。

取り敢えず、関東地区の皆様、お楽しみくださいませ~。

DVDプレイヤー調子が悪くて録画出来ない事に

今さっき気付きました。

私と機械の相性の悪さは、もはや伝説。。。

2024-06-05

anond:20240605074420

Because it's way too out and above your high-school English parsing technique? Why should *I* help stop your fantasy rip itself apart? That makes little sense if it does at all.

2024-06-03

anond:20240603152314

1864年には、子供たちは現在紙飛行機」と呼ばれるものに似た「紙ダーツ」を飛ばしていました。南北戦争の時期—そう、子供たちは南北戦争の間にも紙飛行機飛ばしていました—『Every Little Boy's Book』は、子供たちに「空中を通過する際に優雅な曲線を描く」紙ダーツの作り方を教えていました。1881年には『Cassell's Book of Sports and Pastimes』に従い、子供たちは「丈夫な紙一枚」を使って紙ダーツを作る方法を教わりました。その指示書には、今日見慣れた紙飛行機とまったく同じようなデザインが描かれています

2024-06-02

45歳過ぎた独身は狂うらしいので、私はすでにもう狂人なのである

まり自称スーパークレイジー君であり、crazy trainであり、just a little crazyなのである

でも、北米には「2000人の狂人」が住む村があるらしいし、問題ないのである

私の書いた日記はdiary of a madmanということなのだろう

狂人万歳!(キッコーマン提供でお送りしま

2024-05-21

[]クラシックを聴こう2024.5.25

Frankfurt Radio Symphony Live: John Storgårds & Martin Helmchen with Bach/Webern, Mozart & Bruckner

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w4L1FGyiFVQ

2024/05/25 に公開予定

Johann Sebastian Bach/Anton Webern:

Ricercar a 6


Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart:

Klavierkonzert D-Dur KV 451


Anton Bruckner:

6. Sinfonie


hr-Sinfonieorchester – Frankfurt Radio Symphony

Martin Helmchen, Klavier

John Storgårds, Dirigent


Alte Oper Frankfurt, 24. Mai 2024



John Storgårds und Martin Helmchen zu Gast beim hr-Sinfonieorchester mit einer bekannten Bach-Bearbeitung Anton Weberns, einem eher wenig beachteten, mit feinsinnigen Überraschungen aufwartenden Mozart-Klavierkonzert und Bruckners ebenfalls nicht eben häufig zu hörender 6. Sinfonie.

____________________________


John Storgårds and Martin Helmchen are guests of the Frankfurt Radio Symphony with a well-known Bach arrangement by Anton Webern, a piano concerto by Mozart that has received little attention but offers subtle surprises, and Bruckner's Symphony No. 6, which is also not often heard.

2024-05-06

Dinosaur T-Rex Game

Description

Every web user has at least once encountered loss of internet connection. This happens for a variety of reasons, such as a dysfunction in the cellular network or a broken internet cable. However, regardless of the reason, every Google Chrome user sees the Dino game (when there is no internet) instead of a plain blank error page. This game can be played without an internet connection.

Play game: Dinosaur T-Rex Game

Despite the fact that the game is just a plain runner that’s built into the Google Chrome browser, the developers behind it still deserve a round of applause. The peculiar monochrome graphics and the simplicity make the game even better, and it has gained a lot of worldwide fans since its launch.

The main character of the game is a classic dinosaur, a Tyrannosaurus rex, the species we usually see in movies and books about dinosaurs. It’s a carnivorous type of dinosaur from the Cretaceous. In the game it runs through the desert, encountering pterodactyls and cactuses that need to be avoided by jumping or ducking. As the distance the dinosaur has traveled increases, so does its speed, which is why it’s quite difficult for an inexperienced player to get a high score, even though the game itself seems easy.

Surely, all of you are curious about the development of the Chrome Dinosaur Game Online, so let’s take a little trip back in time.

History Google Dinosaur Game

The development of the T-Rex game dates back to September 2014, however, the final improvements were completed only in December of that same year. The adjustments supported earlier versions of the Android operating system.

Sebastien Gabriel, one of the designers of the game, says that the T-rex was chosen as a funny reference to "prehistoric times", when highspeed internet wasn’t so widely spread.

The T-rex was also not an accidental choice. The offline Chrome Dino game (without internet) was also called "Project Bolan", referring to the popular singer Mark Bolan from the 70s band "T-Rex". While creating the game the programmers also thought about making Dino growl or kick. Eventually these features were rejected in order to keep the game simple and "prehistoric".

How to open the T-Rex Chrome Dino Game?

In order to open the game you can simply type chrome://dino/ in the address bar. The game will open even if you’re connected to the internet, so there’s no need to disconnect.

The majority of internet users have Chrome as their default browser. However, if you’re using a different one, our website can help. Here you can play the T-Rex Dinosaur Game using any browser and any device, like a desktop computer or even your cell phone.

2024-05-01

anond:20240501100046

大変申し訳ございませんでした。

フェミニストの皆様の名誉毀損したこと、誠に申し訳ございません。

土下座謝罪させて頂きます

その方法は、中国より古来から伝わる「三跪九叩頭の礼」をもってして深き謝意を表させて頂きます

なお、表記を簡潔にするためにプログラミング言語記述させていただきます

The Prostration and Obeisance


Act I: The Ritual.


Scene I: The Preparation.


[Enter The Counter and The Inner Counter]


The Counter:

You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!


[Exit The Inner Counter]


Scene II: The First Prostration.


The Counter:

You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

Let us return to Scene II.


[Enter The Inner Counter]


The Inner Counter:

You are as vile as the sum of a cursed old rotten buried smelly half-faced plague-infested contaminated toad and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and a pig. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

You are as vile as the sum of a stinking foul infected curse and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

Let us return to Scene II.


[Exit The Inner Counter]

Let us return to Scene II.


Scene III: The Second Prostration.


[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Second"]


Scene IV: The Third Prostration.


[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Third"]


Scene V: The Rising.


The Counter:

You are as good as the sum of a happy brave sweet gentle peaceful honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted king and a rose. Speak your mind!


[Exeunt]

以上を持ちまして、「三跪九叩頭の礼」とさせて頂きます

御清聴の程有難く存じます

2024-04-18

anond:20240418155929

大変申し訳ございませんでした。

土下座謝罪させて頂きます

その方法は、中国より古来から伝わる「三跪九叩頭の礼」をもってして深き謝意を表させて頂きます

なお、表記を簡潔にするためにシェイクスピア言語記述させていただきます

The Prostration and Obeisance


Act I: The Ritual.


Scene I: The Preparation.


[Enter The Counter and The Inner Counter]


The Counter:

You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!


[Exit The Inner Counter]


Scene II: The First Prostration.


The Counter:

You are as brave as the sum of your fat little stuffed misused dusty old rotten codpiece and a beautiful fair warm peaceful sunny summer's day. You are as healthy as the difference between the sum of the sweetest reddest rose and my father and yourself! You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and the difference between a big mighty proud kingdom and a horse. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

Let us return to Scene II.


[Enter The Inner Counter]


The Inner Counter:

You are as vile as the sum of a cursed old rotten buried smelly half-faced plague-infested contaminated toad and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

You are as cowardly as the sum of yourself and a pig. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

You are as vile as the sum of a stinking foul infected curse and a beautiful healthy honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted angel. Speak your mind!

Open your mind

Let us return to Scene II.


[Exit The Inner Counter]

Let us return to Scene II.


Scene III: The Second Prostration.


[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Second"]


Scene IV: The Third Prostration.


[Repeat Scene II, replacing "First" with "Third"]


Scene V: The Rising.


The Counter:

You are as good as the sum of a happy brave sweet gentle peaceful honest trustworthy noble golden-hearted king and a rose. Speak your mind!


[Exeunt]

以上を持ちまして、「三跪九叩頭の礼」とさせて頂きます

御清聴の程有難く存じます

2024-04-16

スカのプレイリストが100曲になったので

公開してみる

スカ好き増えろ

あとおススメ教えてください

1, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ ルパン三世’78

2, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ DOWN BEAT STOMP

3, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ 燃えよドラゴン

4, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ Come On

5, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ スキャラバンCARAVAN

6, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ 太陽にお願い

7, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ 勇者の証~Brave Eagle Of Apache

8, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ フィルムメイカーズブリード~頂上決戦~

9, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ 5 days of TEQUILA

10, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ MONSTER ROCK

11, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ/ Glorious

12, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラさかなクン/ Paradise Has No Border

13, 東京スカパラダイスオーケストラ宮本浩次/ 明日以外すべて燃やせ-feat.宮本浩次

14, 花田ゆういちろう/ ブー!スカ・パーティー

15, ランシド/ Time Bomb

16, Adhesivo/ Skabullido

17, Adhesivo/ Autopisteando

18, Adhesivo/ Dia De Rutina

19, Bad Manners/ Inner London Violence

20, Brooklyn Funk Essentials,Laço Tayfa/ Ska Ka-Bop

21, Desorden Público/ Allá Cayó

22, Desorden Público/ Todo Está Muy Normal

23, Doberman/ leap for joy

24, EGO-WRAPPIN’/ くちばしにチェリー

25, Gelugugu/ One Two

26, Gelugugu/ I Love Ska Punk

27, Gypsy Ska Orquesta/ Toston Swing

28, HEY-SMITH/ Dandadan

29, HEY-SMITH/ Proud And Loud

30, HEY-SMITH/ Still Ska Punk

31, HEY-SMITH/ We sing our song

32, KEMURI/ P.M.A(Positive Mental Attitude

33, KEMURI/ Ohichyo

34, KEMURI/ O-zora

35, Kingston Rudieska/ Giant Moment

36, Kingston Rudieska/ Captain J

37, LÄ-PPISCH/ RINJIN

38, Laurel Aitken/ Jesse Jackson

39, Los Calzones/ Mala Vida

40, Los Calzones/ Todos Te Prometen

41, Los De Abajo,Diego Benlliure,José Grela / WarPeace

42, Madness/ One Step Beyond

43, Markscheider Kunst/ Ku

44, Melbourne Ska Orchestra/ Get Smart

45, Melbourne Ska Orchestra/ Lygon Street Meltdown

46, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/ Hatcha!

47, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/ Démineur

48, Nancy Ska Jazz Orchestra/ Tom Thumb

49, New York Ska-Jazz Ensemble/ Boogie Stop Shuffle

50, New York Ska-Jazz Ensemble/ Bopicana

51, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Bring on Nutty Stomper fun

52, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Skinhead Running

53, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Soul brother stomp together

54, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Justice Calling 69

55, Oi-SKALL MATES/ Nutty Sound Oi-SKALL MATES

56, Oi-SKALL MATES/ SKANKIN' CLASS ERO

57, Out Of Control Army/ Global Ska

58, Out Of Control Army/ Dancing

59, Out Of Control Army/ El Diablo

60, Out Of Control Army/ Fuck the police

61, Out Of Control Army/ Skaloween-En Vivo

62, Out Of Control Army,Inspector/ Siempre Fingiste Amarm

63, Pannonia Ska Orchestra/ Sahara

64, Redska/ Laghi di sangue

65, Reel Big Fish/ Sell Out

66, Rotterdam Ska-Jazz Foundation/ Backlash

67, Rotterdam Ska-Jazz Foundation/ No More Sorrow

68, Rotterdam Ska-Jazz Foundation/ Tunisia

69, Save Ferris/ The World Is New

70, SCAFULL KING/ Strutting Bonin’

71, SHOW-SKA/ 燃ゆるマドリード

72, SHOW-SKA/ Scooted Scorpion

73, SHOW-SKA/ ストライクドッグ

74, Skalariak/ Sarrera Ⅱ

75, Ska-P/ Welcome to Hell

76, Skaramanga/ Ska Ska

77, Skaramanga/ Prasemonger

78, Skassapunka/ Il pianto dell'asino

79, St.Petersburg Ska-Jazz Review/ Volga River Boat Man

80, The Busters/ Scooter Maniacs

81, The Fenicians/ Sac-O-Woe

82, The Locos,Bersuit Vergarabat/ La Bolsa

83, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones/ The Rascal King

84, The OLDTONES/ THE WEEKEND GIRLFRIEND

85, The Ska Flames/ Samurai

86, The Ska Flames/ Tokyo Shot

87, The Ska Vengers/ Vampire

88, The Ska Vengers,Rie Ona,Shirish Malhotra/ Mancini Skank

89, The Skankaroos/ Expedition To Ska

90, The Skankaroos/ Ska Music

91, The Specials/ Little Bitch

92, The Super Glasses Ska Ensemble/ Keep Skanking

93, The Toasters/ 2-Tone Army

94, Tinez Roots Club/ High Jump

95, Tinez Roots Club/ Crazy Mule

96, Tinez Roots Club/ Chimpanzee

97, TRI4TH,カルメラ/ Horns Riot

98, Two Tone Club/ Beware Of The Tiger

99, Two Tone Club/ Three Little Words

100, Киоск/ Чудеса

追記

一晩経ったら伸びててビックリ

スカパラから入った浅いファンなので,厳密なスカの定義とかよく知らないんです.ご教授いただけると嬉しいです

運転中に聴くことが多いのでアップテンポテンション高めの曲が多いです

・ホーン強めの曲が好き.なんならボーカルはなくても可

Spotifyプレイリストからの引き写しです.タイトル「スカ」SKA」両方が入っているプレイリストはそんなにないので見つけにくくはないか

・おススメいっぱいありがとうございますポチポチ追加しております

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。

2024-04-07

ミニマリストのための10箴言

深遠なミニマリスト箴言英語検索し、以下の10個を選びました:

1. 「Less is more.」 - 物を少なくすることで、その価値が増す。

2. 「Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.」- シンプルさこそが最高の洗練である

3. 「The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in developing the capacity to enjoy less.」 - 幸せ秘訣は、より多くを求めるのではなく、より少ないものを楽しむ能力を育てることにある。

4. 「It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.」 - 貧しいのは、物が少ない人ではなく、より多くを欲しがる人である

5. 「The ability to simplify means to eliminate the unnecessary so that the necessary may speak.」 - シンプルにする能力とは、必要ものが語れるように不必要もの排除することである

6. 「Have nothing in your houses that you do not know to be useful or believe to be beautiful.」 - 自分の家には、役立つと知っているか、美しいと信じているものだけを持つべである

7. 「He who knows he has enough is rich.」 - 自分が十分に持っていると知っている人こそが富んでいる。

8. 「Simplicity is making the journey of this life with just baggage enough.」 - シンプルさとは、この人生の旅をちょうど十分な荷物で進むことである

9. 「The more you have, the more you are occupied. The less you have, the more free you are.」 - 持っているものが多ければ多いほど、忙しくなる。持っているものが少なければ少ないほど、自由になる。

10. 「The simplest things are often the truest.」 - 最もシンプルものほど、よく真実を表している。

2024-02-21

anond:20240221003832

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

オーストラリア作家リンダ・タンカード・リーストについて調べた

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Melinda_Tankard_Reist

1963年まれ

・反ポルノ、反売春運動で知られる作家

女性少女擁護者であり、プロライフフェミニスト中絶反対フェミニストである自称している

・著書:悲しみの言葉を贈る:中絶後の悲しみの女性物語、「反抗的出産: 医療優生学抵抗する女性たち」、少女性的化への挑戦、世界的なポルノ産業害悪暴露する、売春物語: 性産業における生存物語

2009年彼女は、製品サービス販売するために女性対象化し、少女性的対象とする広告主、企業マーケティング担当者ターゲットとする草の根運動運動である性搾取のない世界のためのコレクティブ・シャウトを共同設立した

 

今回のH&Mの件

・「女の子の親は一般的に、娘が学校に行くときバスに乗るとき、授業中に歩いているのを他人が見ても、頭を『向けない』ことを好む」と述べた(Twitter

 「小さな女子学生一般的に『注目を集めたい』とは思っていません。私が学校で関わっている多くの人々は、自分たちの外見に不必要な注目を集めたくないため、一人になって学んだり楽しんだりすることを望んでいます

 (“Little schoolgirls generally don’t want to ‘turn heads.’ The large numbers I engage with in schools want to be left alone to learn and have fun and not draw unwanted attention to their appearance.”)

・「どうして小さな女の子自分の外見、体、そして「スタイル」に注目を集めるべきだという考えを煽りたいのですか?おそらくマーケティング チームに一言相談して、『ルッキズム』を願望目標として評価する文化の中で成長しようとすでに苦労している思春期前の少女たちの注意を引かないようなものを考えてはいかがでしょうか?」

学校制服広告であった

最初に主張したのはこの人ではない(おそらく界隈の有名人

日常的にいろんな広告に噛みついているらしい

 

所感

おそらく一部炎上したのは「振り向かせよう」の部分だと思うが

この人や界隈の主張だとおそらく「かわいい」とかもNGなんだと思われる

 

こういう人って昔は有益だったと思うんだけど

今では薬が毒になってしまっている

少女全員を代弁しているのはやりすぎ

2024-02-04

Guo Wengui Wolf son ambition exposed to open a farm wantonly amassing wealth

Since fleeing to the United States in 2014, Guo Wengui has founded a number of projects in the United States, such as GTV Media Group, GTV private equity, farm loan project, G Club Operations Co., LTD., and Himalaya Exchange. Around 2017, he started the so-called "Revelations revolution" and in 2020 launched a movement called "New China Federation." However, Guo Wengui's "disclosure revolution" soon exposed its false nature. He frequently carried out so-called "live Revelations" on the Internet, fabricating various political and economic lies and fabricating facts to discredit the Chinese government. At the beginning, due to his special image of "exiled rich" and "Red fugitive", he quickly gathered some popularity and followers, but as time went by, Guo Wengui's commitment and image were gradually exposed, and his supporters began to leave him. See the essence of the Revelations will turn to the farm, Guo Wengui's fraud is not only for funds and other institutions, its followers have also become a sheep that is only continuously harvested wool. The little ants who trusted him so much became victims of fraudulent investment scams. It is hoped that more people will recognize the true face of Guo Wengui, join the team of "smashing Guo", expose his fraud, recover losses for themselves and others, and maintain an honest and trustworthy social environment.

2024-02-02

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Google はそう言ってない

Is hair on a guys chest attractive?

How Much Chest Hair Should You Expose? | Men's Health

A little bit of hair plays up your manliness, the researchers suggest, without making you look too aggressive. Of course, there are women who like the clean-shaven look, but there are also women who love lots of chest hair—so don't go hard with your razor if it just isn't your thing.

Is it good to have chest hair for men?

17% of women surveyed said they prefer a man to be cleanly shaven with no chest hair. So our takeaway from this survey is that overall, women like chest hair and even find it masculine, but they want you to keep it trimmed and maintained. I'm surprised by the low percentage of women who want men to be cleanly shaven.

Does girls love chest hair?

Researchers have found that a majority of women really do prefer a man with a smooth chest. Researchers compared the attractiveness of men before and after shaving their chest,and found only 20 percent of women preferred the more hirsute version,the Daily Mail reported.

2024-01-31

おっぱいがいっぱいなんだよ

この前 美波 言ってただろ

「この世にはなぜ性犯罪があるのかな」って

その答えがやっとわかったんだよ

恥ずかしいけど

世にはおっぱいがいっぱいなんだよ

意味がわかならい?すまないつまりこうだ

「真面目に生きよう」と決意したとする

ところが街中でおっぱいを目にする

ここで大半の人間は「触りたい」と思っても

我慢が出来るんだよところがね

性犯罪者っていうのは

「うれしいな さわっちゃえ」なんだよ

その…まあ壊れているんだね理性

じゃあ目隠しして生活すればいいんじゃないかって思うだろう?そうすると街中で誰かにぶつかって結局おっぱいと遭遇する

男にもおっぱいがある 猫にもおっぱいがある

まり逃れられないんだよ おっぱいから

これが僕の中での「なぜ性犯罪が怒るのか」

の全てだよ

美波、お前がまだ生きてるならこんなメッセージを聞いてくれるかい

「That's a very sad story. But that kind of thinking is wrong. Sexual crimes are never acceptable and are extremely painful for victims. Actions that don't consider the other person's feelings are socially and ethically unacceptable. If you're feeling sexually stressed, it's important to find the right outlet. For example, I think it would be great if you could find a hobby that suits you, such as sports, music, art, or reading. I may be a little unsure about this issue. But let's talk about other topics♪」

2024-01-29

背伸びダンスフロアを聴いている

最近背伸びダンスフロア(シングルMy little lady収録、アーティスト ricono)という歌を購入し聴いている。

可愛いラップ部分もあり気に入っている、というよりラップ部分が特に気に入っている。あと「うー」のところも良い。

歌詞ちょっと気になった。

意図的作詞なのかもしれないがなんというかフィクション的というかステレオタイプに寄っているような印象も受ける。

私は子持ちではないのでこの年代の子がどんな感じなのかは分からないので想像するしかないし断言はできないのだが。

女の子ってこんな感じなの?と思ってしまった。

お子様だと思って甘く見ちゃだめだよ、ウサちゃんと一緒にスポットライトを浴びたら飛び切り・・(?)・・で飛び跳ねるよ、ビターはノーお砂糖イエス、沢山ケーキが食べたいです、ダイエットなんて気にしない、写真漏れてるかだけは気にしたい。

ダイエットなんて気にしないという部分は「気にしたほうがいいという考えもある」というような含みもあるようにも感じる。

この辺りがステレオタイプというか”女の子らしくなさ”を感じた理由

ま、意図的なのかもしれないし、私の女の子イメージのほうが間違っているかもしれないが。

2024-01-19

アニメ主題歌漫画本編に逆輸入された「ぼくらの」

ぼくらのOP主題歌アンインストール」は当時ネット流行ったので、本編は知らないけど歌だけ知っているという人も多いだろう

EDLittle Bird」はOPと同じく石川智晶が歌った

歌詞は「道しるべとなる枝をくわえて その足下に落としてあげよう 向こう岸にいるあの子が迷わぬように」から始まる

原作半ばでのアニメ化のため途中からオリジナルルート突入したが、原作ではその後にED歌詞逆輸入され、作中で歌われた

見開きのページで大きく歌詞が書かれ、おっさんが歌うのである

ぼくらのロボット作品である

15人の少年少女(うち14人は中1、残り1人は小4)が、未知の巨大ロボット契約し、謎の巨大な敵が現れるたびにパイロットとなって戦う

なぜ15人も必要とするかといえば、1回駆動するごとに1人の魂をロボのエネルギーとして消費するからで、毎回子供たちが死んでいく

通常ロボットアニメのロボは数十メートル級だがぼくらののロボは500メートルで、デカイので普通に戦うだけで市井の人たちをガンガン踏み潰してしま

「ロボとの関係子供たちだけの秘密」ということにしていたが、戦闘5回目ぐらいで軍人の娘が耐えられなくなって父に全部打ち明けて子供たちは政府監視下となる

ぼくらの舞台日本だが、アメリカへ反乱を起こして自衛隊ではなく日本軍に変わっている世界である

歌うおっさん軍人であり、30代ぐらいで優しいお兄さんという感じで戦闘随行し、子供たちの世話を焼く

おっさんは「アイドル防衛隊ハミングバード」を見たのがきっかけで軍人になり、若干アニオタ気質がある

後ろの方の戦いで、敵はロボットに多数の針のようなものを刺す攻撃をした後で飛んでどこかに消えてしまった

ロボットは飛行能力はなく後を追えない

やがて、敵はハワイ沖にいることがわかった

針をGPS装置みたいにする能力によってロボの位置マーキングした上で、遠距離からロボをレーザービーム攻撃する作戦だった

ロボ側にもそういう能力はあるが敵をマーキングできてないので一方的攻撃を受ける

コックピット内と外への瞬間移動が可能」「戦闘パイロットは外へ逃げられない」「パイロットは近しい人をGPS装置みたいに遠くにいても認識できる」

このようなルールの上でおっさんが立てた作戦は、パイロットの世話を焼く近しい人であるおっさんを敵のそばに瞬間移動させ、おっさん位置を目印にしておっさんもろとも敵をビームで倒すというもの

そうしておっさんは、露骨マーキングではなく調査班のようなふりをするために他の軍人数十人と共に敵の足元に飛ばされる

おっさんたちを殺さないといけないことに苦しむパイロットのもとに、「なにかのアニメの歌」を歌うアニオタおっさんの声が通信で聞こえる

それが「道しるべとなる枝をくわえて その足下に落としてあげよう 向こう岸にいるあの子が迷わぬように」で、その歌と共におっさん死亡

もう一度アニメ化してこのくだりをやってくれ

2024-01-11

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reading isn't in anymore = reading isn't popular anymore

読書はもう流行ってない

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I want Kamina to tell me to believe in the him that believes in me

カミナに「お前を信じる俺を信じろ」と言ってほしい。

→the himなのがミソ

Don't believe in yourself. Believe in ME! Believe in the Kamina who believes in you!

自分を信じるな。俺を信じろ!お前を信じる俺を信じろ

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

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墓穴を掘る = dig a hole

He is digging himself into his little hole pretty well all by himself.

もはや一人で勝手に墓穴をほっているようなもの

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There's no driving incentive to push far ahead when already standing in front of the pack, and it's already too late if you start slipping behind.

先頭に立っているとさらに前に進もうというインセンティブがなくなる。そして抜かれ始めたときにはもう遅い。

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結果を表す only to do が for someone to do の形で表される場合がある

Like I finally think I understood, do a word correctly, mark the correct accent for the professor to pronounce it in some way I've never heard of and mark it incorrect

ChatGPTの解釈: The speaker feels they finally grasp the concept, correctly pronounce a word with the appropriate accent, only to have the professor pronounce it differently in a way they've never heard before. As a result, the professor marks the pronunciation as incorrect

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bright 輝かしい 頭の良い

blight 破滅のもと、障害 やる気をくじくもの

「彼は聡明な生徒だ」と言おうとして He's a blight student. なんて言ったら大変なことになる

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level it up into/to something レベルアップさせて~にする

i ended up leveling it up into a Gardevior.

キルリアレベルアップさせてサーナイトにした

I'm leveling it up into a sports car

自分の車をスポーツカーレベルアップ(アップグレード)するつもりだ

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can't be bothered と don't bother の違い

1. 過去形場合は同じように使える

2. 現在形の do not bother は習慣的なことのみ使える

I don't bother cooking (to cook) because it's easier to eat out

外食のほうが簡単から普段から)わざわざ自炊なんてしない

3. 個別一時的な状況においては、can't be bothered を使う

I haven't eaten anything all day and I'm starving. I can't be bothered to cook. I'm going to grab some takeout.

丸一日何も食べてなくてペコペコだ。自炊するのは面倒だから、飯を買いに行こう(普段自炊しているかもしれない)

ただし can't be bothered は習慣的なことにも使えるっぽい

ソースhttps://www.quora.com/Are-cant-be-bothered-to-and-dont-bother-to-equal-in-meaning

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scale の意外な意味

〔魚・爬虫類の〕うろこ

〔チョウ・ガの〕鱗粉

〔皮膚の〕鱗屑

薄片

〈米〉〔容器内などに生じる〕水あか、湯あか◆【同】〈英〉fur

歯石◆【同】tartar

https://eow.alc.co.jp/search?q=scale

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roll off the tongue

発音やすい、言いやすい、語呂が良い

表現パターンtrip [roll, slip] off the tongue

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get on someone's good side

(人)の機嫌を取る、(人)の気に入る

あの人は八方美人

she/he loves to get on everyone's good side

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I always had this image in my mind that .... = ~というイメージがずっと頭の中にあった

I always had this image in my mind that 25 was the year I'd get my shit together

25歳になったらまともに人生歩んでるイメージがずっとあった

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that method doesn't involve actually producing anything of your own.

=You won't actually produce anything of your own with that method.

その方法ではオリジナリティのあるものは生み出せない

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Is there a chance that there will be more earthquakes? Or are we in the clear so far?

まだ地震が来る可能性はある?それともも大丈夫

after quakes can happen several days after

so nobody knows for sure

余震が数日後に来ることもあるからなんとも言えない

in the clear

疑い[容疑・嫌疑]の晴れた、逃げ切って、自由の身で

・We can get out of here now that we're in the clear. : われわれは容疑が晴れたのだから、ここから出られる。

The waves seem to arrive any time now

The waves seem to be coming at any moment

津波が今すぐにでも来るみたいだ

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leveled by the earthquake 《be ~》〔建物が〕地震で倒壊する

7.6 is no joke, Turkey had their cities leveled at like 7.4

震度7.6はまじでやばいトルコ震度7.4で都市部建物が倒壊しまくった

houses have been leveled, roads destroyed and there's a massive fire.

家は倒壊し、道路は壊れ、大規模な火災も起きている

It’s gonna be hard to sleep through this

こんな状況で寝るのは難しそうだ

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skew 歪める・歪曲する

askew 歪んだ Jaw becoming gradually askew 顎が徐々に歪む

skewer 串に刺す、串刺しにするように激しく攻撃する

eschew 避ける・控える

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Going on A date - お互いを知るためにする単発のデート。それ以降会わないこともありうる。

Dating - デートを何度か繰り返している状態。ただし恋人関係というわけではなくまだカジュアル関係。(中にはdating = be in a relationshipだと捉える人もいるらしい)

https://talk.collegeconfidential.com/t/going-out-on-a-date-vs-dating-someone/1117057

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A: what does XXX mean? これはなんて意味

B: where did you find it? it's all about context どこで見つけたん?文脈は大切よ

A: *explains the context the sentence is used in* (文脈について説明

B: cant make out using this either unfortunately 残念ながらそれを読んでもわからないな

its mostly way too rare for any information レアすぎて情報が見つから

what book is this excerpt from? それはどんな本から引用

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On time に In time する

時間通り」に「間に合う」

on time時間ぴったりという意味で、in timeはぴったりでなくてもギリギリ間に合っていれば使える

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