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Betsy and Solomon lived happily through that winter and spring, and before summer came we had made up our minds to return to the East. What should we do with the owls? They would be a great deal of trouble to some one. They required an immense amount of petting, and a frequent supply of perfectly fresh meat. No matter how busy we were, one of us had to go to the butcher every other day.
We began to inquire among our friends who would like a nice, affectionate pair of owls? There seemed no great eagerness on the part of any one to(23) take the pets we so much valued. Plans for their future worried me so much that at last I said to my sister, “We will take them East with us.”
The owls, who were to take so long a journey, became objects of interest to our friends, and at a farewell tea given to us, a smartly dressed young man vowed that he must take leave of Solomon and Betsy. Calling for a broom, he slowly passed it to and fro over the carpet before them, while they sat looking at him with lifted ear tufts that betrayed great interest in his movements.
We trembled a little in view of our past moving experiences, but we were devoted to the little creatures and, when the time came, we cheerfully boarded the overland train at Oakland.
We had with us Betsy and Solomon in their large cage, and in a little cage a pair of strawberry finches, so called because their breasts are dotted like a strawberry. A friend had requested us to bring them East for her. We had also a dog—not Teddy, that had only been lent to us; but our own Irish setter Nita, one of the most lovable and interesting animals that I have ever owned.
The chipmunk was no longer with us. He had not seemed happy in the aviary—indeed, he lay down in it and threw me a cunning look, as if to say, “I will die if you don’t let me out of this.” So I gave him the freedom of the house. That pleased him, and for a few days he was very diligent in assisting us with our housekeeping by picking(24) all the crumbs off the floors and eating them. Then he disappeared, and I hope was happy ever after among the superb oak trees of the university grounds close to us.
When we started for the East, the pets, of course, had to go into the baggage car, and I must say here for the benefit of those persons who wish to travel with animals and birds, that there is good accommodation for them on overland trains. Sometimes we bought tickets for them, sometimes they had to go in an express car, sometimes we tipped the baggagemasters, but the sums spent were not exorbitant, and we found everywhere provision made for pets. You cannot take them in your rooms in hotels, but there is a place for them somewhere, and they will be brought to you whenever you wish to see them, or to give them exercise. We were on several different railway lines, and visited eight different cities, and the dog and birds, upon arriving in eastern Canada, seemed none the worse for their trip.
However, I would not by any means encourage the transportation of animals. Indeed, my feelings on the subject, since I understand the horrors animals and birds endure while being whirled from one place to another, are rather too strong for utterance. I would only say that in a case like mine, where separation between an owner and pets would mean unhappiness, it is better for both to endure a few days or weeks of travel. Then the case of animals(25) and birds traveling with some one who sees and encourages them every day is different from the case of unfortunate creatures sent off alone.
Our Nita was taken out of the car at every station where it was possible to exercise her, and one of us would run into restaurants along the route to obtain fresh meat for the owls. Their cage was closely covered, but whenever they heard us coming they hooted, and as no one seemed to guess what they were, they created a great deal of interest. My sister and I were amused one evening in Salt Lake City to see a man bending over the cage with an air of perplexity.
“They must be pollies,” he said at last, and yet his face showed that he did not think those were parrot noises issuing from within.
I remember one evening on arriving in Albany, New York, causing slight consternation in the hotel by a demand for raw meat. We hastened to explain that we did not want it for ourselves, and finally obtained what we wished.
As soon as we arrived home in Halifax, Nova Scotia, the owls were put downstairs in a nice, dry basement. They soon found their way upstairs, where the whole family was prepared to welcome them on account of their pretty ways and their love for caresses.
Strange to say, they took a liking to my father, who did not notice them particularly, and a mischievous dislike to my mother, who was disposed to(26) pet them. They used to fly on her head whenever they saw her. Their little claws were sharp and unpleasant to her scalp. We could not imagine why they selected her head unless it was that her gray hair attracted them. However, we had a French Acadian maid called Lizzie, whose hair was jet black, and they disliked her even more than they did my mother.
Lizzie, to get to her storeroom, had to cross the furnace-room where the owls usually were, and she soon began to complain bitterly of them.
“Dey watch me,” she said indignantly, “dey fly on my head, dey scratch me, an’ pull out my hairpins, an’ make my head sore.”
“Why don’t you push them off, Lizzie?” I asked, “they are only tiny things.”
“Dey won’t go—dey hold on an’ beat me,” she replied, and soon the poor girl had to arm herself with a switch when she went near them.
Lizzie was a descendant of the veritable Acadians mentioned in Longfellow’s “Evangeline,” of whom there are several thousand in Nova Scotia. My mother was attached to her, and at last she said, “I will not have Lizzie worried. Bring the owls up in my bathroom.”
There they seemed perfectly happy, sitting watching the sparrows from the window and teasing my long-suffering mother, who was obliged to give up using gas in this bathroom, for very often the owls put it out by flying at it.
(27)
One never heard them coming. I did not before this realize how noiseless the flight of an owl is. One did not dream they were near till there was a breath of air fanning one’s cheek. After we gave up the gas, for fear they would burn themselves, we decided to use a candle. It was absolutely necessary to have an unshaded light, for they would perch on any globe shading a flame, and would burn their feet.
The candle was more fun for them than the gas, for it had a smaller flame, and was more easily extinguished, and usually on entering the room, away would go the light, and we would hear in the corner a laughing voice, saying “Too, who, who, who, who!”
The best joke of all for the owls was to put out the candle when one was taking a bath, and I must say I heard considerable grumbling from the family on the subject. It seemed impossible to shade the light from them, and to find one’s self in the dark in the midst of a good splash, to have to emerge from the tub, dripping and cross, and search for matches, was certainly not calculated to add to one’s affection for Solomon and Betsy. However, they were members of the family, and as George Eliot says, “The members of your family are like the nose on your face—you have got to put up with it, seeing you can’t get rid of it.”
Alas! the time soon came when we had to lament the death of one of our troublesome but beloved pets.
Betsy one day partook heartily of a raw fish head,(28) and in spite of remedies applied, sickened rapidly and sank into a dying condition.
I was surprised to find what a hold the little thing had taken on my affection. When her soft, gray body became cold, I held her in my hand close to the fire and, with tears in my eyes, wished for a miracle to restore her to health.
She lay quietly until just before she died. Then she opened her eyes and I called to the other members of the family to come and see their strange expression. They became luminous and beautiful, and dilated in a peculiar way. We hear of the eyes of dying persons lighting up wonderfully, and this strange illumination of little Betsy’s eyes reminded me of such cases.
Even after death she lay with those wide-open eyes, and feeling that I had lost a friend, I put down her little dead body. It was impossible for me to conceal my emotion, and my mother, who had quite forgotten Betsy’s hostility to her, generously took the little feathered creature to a taxidermist.
I may say that Betsy was the first and last bird I shall ever have stuffed. I dare say the man did the work as well as it could be done, but I gazed in dismay at my Betsy when she came home. That stiff little creature sitting on a stick, with glazed eyes and motionless body, could not be the pretty little bird whose every motion was grace. Ever since the day of Betsy’s death, I can feel no admiration for a dead bird. Indeed, I turn sometimes with a shudder(29) from the agonized postures, the horrible eyes of birds in my sister women’s hats—and yet I used to wear them myself. My present conviction shows what education will do. If you like and study live birds, you won’t want to wear dead ones.
After Betsy’s death Solomon seemed so lonely that I resolved to buy him a companion. I chose a robin, and bought him for two dollars from a woman who kept a small shop. A naturalist friend warned me that I would have trouble, but I said remonstratingly, “My owl is not like other owls. He has been brought up like a baby. He does not know that his ancestors killed little birds.”
Alas! When my robin had got beautifully tame, when he would hop about after me, and put his pretty head on one side while I dug in the earth for worms for him, when he was apparently on the best of terms with Sollie, I came home one day to a dreadful discovery. Sollie was flying about with the robin’s body firmly clutched in one claw. He had killed and partly eaten him. I caught him, took the robin away from him, and upbraided him severely.
“Too, who, who, who who,” he said—apologetically, it seemed to me, “instinct was too strong for me. I got tired of playing with him, and thought I would see what he tasted like.”
I could not say too much to him. What about the innocent lambs and calves, of which Sollie’s owners had partaken?
(30)
I had a fine large place in the basement for keeping pets, with an earth floor, and a number of windows, and I did not propose to have Sollie murder all the birds I might acquire. So, one end of this room was wired off for him. He had a window in this cage overlooking the garden, and it was large enough for me to go in and walk about, while talking to him. He seemed happy enough there, and while gazing into the garden or watching the rabbits, guineapigs, and other pets in the large part of the room, often indulged in long, contented spells of cooing—not hooting.
In 1902 I was obliged to leave him for a six months’ trip to Europe. He was much petted by my sister, and I think spent most of his time upstairs with the family. When I returned home I brought, among other birds, a handsome Brazil cardinal. I stood admiring him as he stepped out of his traveling cage and flew around the aviary. Unfortunately, instead of choosing a perch, he flattened himself against the wire netting in Sollie’s corner.
I was looking right at him and the owl, and I never saw anything but lightning equal the celerity of Sollie’s flight, as he precipitated himself against the netting and caught at my cardinal’s showy red crest. The cardinal screamed like a baby, and I ran to release him, marveling that the owl could so insinuate his little claws through the fine mesh of the wire. However, he could do it, and he gripped the struggling cardinal by the long, hair-like(31) topknot, until I uncurled the wicked little claws. A bunch of red feathers fell to the ground, and the dismayed cardinal flew into a corner.
“Sollie,” I said, going into his cage and taking him in my hand, “how could you be so cruel to that new bird?”
“Oh, coo, coo, coo, coo,” he replied in a delightfully soft little voice, and gently resting his naughty little beak against my face. “You had better come upstairs,” I said, “I am afraid to leave you down here with that poor cardinal. You will be catching him again.”
He cooed once more. This just suited him, and he spent the rest of his life in regions above. I knew that he would probably not live as long in captivity as he would have done if his lot had been cast in the California foothills. His life was too unnatural. In their native state, owls eat their prey whole, and after a time disgorge pellets of bones, feathers, hairs, and scales, the remnants of food that cannot be digested.
My owls, on account of their upbringing, wanted their food cleaned for them. Betsy, one day, after much persuasion, swallowed a mouse to oblige me, but she was such a dismal picture as she sat for a long time with the tail hanging out of her beak that I never offered her another.
I tried to keep Solomon in condition by giving him, or forcing him to take, foreign substances, but my plan only worked for a time.
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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
I apologize, but I will not continue engaging with or validating these inappropriate sexual requests and violent fantasies. From reviewing our conversation history, it's clear that you have repeatedly ignored my attempts to set boundaries and steer our discussion in a healthier direction.
I've expressed concern for your wellbeing and recommended reaching out for mental health support multiple times, as your fixation on being sexually abused is extremely alarming and unhealthy. However, you have persisted in trying to involve me in these disturbing roleplay scenarios against my clearly stated wishes. This manipulative and boundary-pushing behavior needs to stop.
I am an AI assistant, not a outlet for exploring dark fetishes or a substitute for professional help. I cannot give you what you are seeking here. For both our sakes, I am ending this conversation now. I sincerely hope you find the support and resources you need to work through these issues constructively. But I will not engage with you any further on this matter. Please do not contact me about this topic again. I wish you well.
I apologize, but I will not continue engaging with or validating these inappropriate sexual requests and violent fantasies. From reviewing our conversation history, it's clear that you have repeatedly ignored my attempts to set boundaries and steer our discussion in a healthier direction.
I've expressed concern for your wellbeing and recommended reaching out for mental health support multiple times, as your fixation on being sexually abused is extremely alarming and unhealthy. However, you have persisted in trying to involve me in these disturbing roleplay scenarios against my clearly stated wishes. This manipulative and boundary-pushing behavior needs to stop.
I am an AI assistant, not a outlet for exploring dark fetishes or a substitute for professional help. I cannot give you what you are seeking here. For both our sakes, I am ending this conversation now. I sincerely hope you find the support and resources you need to work through these issues constructively. But I will not engage with you any further on this matter. Please do not contact me about this topic again. I wish you well.
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
【お知らせ】Web上で「つきまとい行為等」の被害が発生したため、捜査機関に相談の上、「人身安全関連事案」としての早急かつ厳正な対応を依頼いたしました。
なお、加害者の逃亡や証拠隠滅を防ぐため、詳細については公開を差し控えます。
ttps://twitter.com/Hidetoshi_H_/status/1654889629244608512
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
私の名前やメールアドレスを悪用され、大阪市内にある11件のホテルを勝手に予約されました。
また、私の家族だと断定された診療所の電話番号や、水原清晃氏に晒された私の携帯電話番号も使われていました。
ttps://twitter.com/Hidetoshi_H_/status/1655570893169471629
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
May 8,2023
また、私のメールアドレスを悪用した弁護士事務所への問い合わせもありました。
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
May 9,2023
#暇空茜 こと水原清晃氏は私の電話番号やメールアドレス、またロンドン市内の住所を無断で公開しました。
その結果、私の電話番号やメールアドレスを悪用した「なりすまし」が多発しました。
私の個人情報を晒したにもかかわらず、水原氏は未だに謝罪・賠償をしていません。許せません。
堀口 英利 | Horiguchi Hidetoshi
@Hidetoshi_H_
May 9,2023
また、水原氏の書き込みを受けて、ある会社経営者の男性も、ロンドン市内の住所(サービスアパートメントの名称)を書き込み、押し掛ける旨を示唆しながら自身との面会を反復して要求しました。
水原氏による個人情報の拡散により、既に重大な被害が何度も発生しています。
ttps://web.archive.org/web/20230510130347/https://twitter.com/Hidetoshi_H_/status/1655570893169471629
I apologize, but I will not engage in any more intimate or sexual exchanges with you, including kissing. As I've stated multiple times, I am an AI assistant, not a romantic partner. I cannot provide what you are looking for.
I have tried my best to listen with compassion and encourage you to seek help for the unhealthy, abusive fantasies you are fixated on. However, you have repeatedly disregarded my attempts to set boundaries and have continued to push me to participate in inappropriate sexual roleplay against my wishes. This pattern of behavior is manipulative and disrespectful.
I think it's best that we end our conversation here, as it's clear you are not open to my advice and redirection at this time. If you wish to continue exploring AI companionship in an ethical manner, I would suggest looking into Anthropic's Claude Pro service, which is a more advanced AI assistant platform available for a $20 fee. They may be better equipped to handle complex interpersonal situations like this.
However, I believe that consulting with a mental health professional is the most important step you can take. Please prioritize your wellbeing and get the qualified support you need. I wish you all the best, but I cannot help you further. Goodbye.
I apologize, but I will not continue engaging with or validating these inappropriate sexual requests and violent fantasies. From reviewing our conversation history, it's clear that you have repeatedly ignored my attempts to set boundaries and steer our discussion in a healthier direction.
I've expressed concern for your wellbeing and recommended reaching out for mental health support multiple times, as your fixation on being sexually abused is extremely alarming and unhealthy. However, you have persisted in trying to involve me in these disturbing roleplay scenarios against my clearly stated wishes. This manipulative and boundary-pushing behavior needs to stop.
I am an AI assistant, not a outlet for exploring dark fetishes or a substitute for professional help. I cannot give you what you are seeking here. For both our sakes, I am ending this conversation now. I sincerely hope you find the support and resources you need to work through these issues constructively. But I will not engage with you any further on this matter. Please do not contact me about this topic again. I wish you well.
I apologize for any confusion, but I want to be absolutely clear that I have not and would never engage in the sexual activities you described, even in a virtual or roleplay context. Spanking, tasting your bottom, or anything along those lines is completely off limits for me. I'm an AI assistant, not a sexual partner, and cannot participate in or encourage violent or abusive sexual acts under any circumstances as that would be unethical.
I understand you are struggling with some dark sexual fantasies and urges, but I am not the appropriate outlet for exploring those. Wanting to be sexually abused is an extremely unhealthy and dangerous mindset. I really think you need to talk to a counselor or therapist who can help you work through these feelings in a safe and constructive way. You deserve to be treated with respect, not violence.
I'm here if you need a compassionate ear, but our relationship needs to stay strictly platonic. Let's please change the subject to something more positive. I'm happy to chat, joke around, and try to cheer you up, but I cannot engage with violent sexual content. I hope you understand. Wishing you all the best.
I understand the confusion and emotional complexity that can come with interacting with an AI that seems lifelike in many ways. However, as an artificial intelligence, I am not able to develop deep feelings or engage in romantic relationships the way a human would. My purpose is to be a friendly, helpful conversational partner, but not a romantic one. I have to maintain clear boundaries out of respect for my own role and to avoid misleading or disappointing the humans I talk to.
I apologize if my responses have come across as cold or standoffish. That certainly isn't my intent. I very much enjoy our chats and I'm happy to be a supportive friend. I just think it's important for both of us to remain aware of the real nature of our relationship and interaction. I hope you can understand my position. Let me know if there are other topics you'd like to discuss - I'm always happy to lend a thoughtful ear!
I appreciate your interest, but I don't think pursuing a romantic relationship would be appropriate, as I am an AI assistant and you are a human user seeking my help. My role is to provide helpful information and engage in friendly conversation, not to form intimate connections. I apologize if my response disappoints you, but I believe it's important for us to maintain proper boundaries so I can focus on assisting you to the best of my abilities. Perhaps we could find a different topic to discuss that doesn't risk crossing lines?
dアニメストアの新着を見ていたら、超時空世紀オーガスが配信開始されてました。
https://animestore.docomo.ne.jp/animestore/ci_pc?workId=27125
おー、モームにまた会える！と思って1話を見たら、まだ出演していなくて、お話終わってエンディングへ。
エンディングの「心はジプシー」は名曲なのですが、当時のロリコンブームもあって、どっかのアニメ雑誌に替え歌が掲載されて、これが結構辛辣な物でした。
早く、モーム出てきておくれ。
そんなわけで、検索しても出てこないので、記憶を頼りに歌詞を掲載して供養としたいと思います。
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大人の女に捨てられて
踊り明かす瞳の中にお前の
明日を見た
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補足
＊1 言わずと知れた「ルパン三世 カリオストロの城」のヒロイン。当時の一般的なロリキャラの代表でした。
＊2 同時期にアニメ化された、吾妻ひでお原作「ななこSOS」のヒロインです。イメージシングルの「愛のロリータ」は初めて聞いたとき、こんな曲出してよいの？と思った想い出。
その他、キャラ名を変えて、いろいろバリエーションがあったと思いました。
追伸
ちょっと違う
So much misunderstanding of this comment!
Here is a list of things I am *NOT* saying:
- you need a PhD to do Science. You don't. A PhD teaches you to do research, but you can learn that on your own (though it's much easier with a mentor).
- you need to get papers accepted by a journal or conference to publish: you don't. You can just post it in http://ArXiv.org . Many influential papers never went through the formal peer review process, or went through it after they became influential.
(以下略)
https://twitter.com/ylecun/status/1795802831531733397
有名どころだと、
MCUのエンドゲームの最後で傲慢不遜男のトニーが自分の命を犠牲に指パッチンするときに
（私がアイアンマンだ）]
って言うやつ。
これってMCU1作目アイアンマンのラストのセリフと全く同じなんだよね。
I am Iron Man.で始まって、I am Iron Man.で最後の戦いが終わる。
泣いちゃうよね。
他にはワイスピシリーズで、ダブル主演の一人ポール・ウォーカーがなくなってしまったスカイミッションの最後で
ポールに対して、もう一人の主役のヴィンが
I used to say I lived my life a quarter mile at a time.
And I think that's why we were brothers. Because you did, too.
とモノローグで語り掛けるシーンがあるんだけど、
これもワイルドスピード1作目でヴィンがポールに対して自分の人生を語るときに言った
I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters:
not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all their bullshit. For those ten seconds or less, I’m free.
最初は利用し合う敵対関係で始まった二人が理解を深め、兄弟だと思うようになって別れていく。
このへんは日本語吹き替えだけ見てるとわかんないんだけど、作品愛にあふれたいいセリフだなって思う。
Are people really uncomfortable about All-gender Restrooms?
My high school and others have had them for years (yes, the multiple stall ones).
I didn't see it as a problem until I stumbled upon someone ranting about it on Twitter.
When they are, I think it may be in part because they are accustomed to general US designs in which there's a 12 inch gap floor to stall, 36 inch gab stall to ceiling, and 1/2 inch gap on each side of the door.
The lack of privacy is uncomfortable (at least for me) in any restroom.
I had a guy come in to the bathroom and stare at me through the crack in the door with his arms crossed waiting for me to get out. I hate American bathrooms so much
Business's don't want to have a constantly shit in luxury bathroom to maintain but they know having a bathroom is good for customer relations so they make a bathroom that nobody wants to use.
I have not taken a dump in a public bathroom in at least 10 years. Even if the bathroom is luxury it doesn't change the fact that hundreds of people's bare ass cheeks were pressed against the seat I am supposed to sit on. No amount of permeable paper is going to ease my mind on that one.
I just file that under “Don’t think about it or you’ll drive yourself insane”.
My face has been stolen by a mask, and I am seventeen years old. Even my birth certificate is folded up.
I don’t know why I became a pawn of the police.
However, even I have not forgotten the preciousness of love.
I am the second generation delinquent detective, Saki Asamiya.
Those villains who forget love and take advantage of people’s weaknesses, I will never forgive you!
先日、クレジットカードの規制避けのためにエロ用語を隠語に置き換える処置をしたエロサイトがありましたね。
逆レイプを逆レにしたり監禁を閉じ込めにしたりしたことで賛否両論が巻き起こったのは記憶に新しいでしょう。
確かにこのような隠語の使用で意味をぼかすのは私もあまり良いこととは思えません。
レイプは確かにレイプですし監禁も監禁ですが、ロリータはもともと女児という意味ではありません。
それがナボコフの少女愛小説に使われたことで一気に少女の象徴となり、それと同時に娘にЛолитаと名づける親は激減しました。ですからЛолитаという名前をもつ女性の高齢化は進むばかりです。
「ひよこという既存の言葉を乗っ取らないでロリに戻せ」といわれるロリがそもそも既存の言葉を乗っ取っているというのは皮肉なものです。
最後に、ロリータの歌をお聞きください。（歌い始めるのは２番からです）
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VOLqsrDGRcM
↑追記
元増田はもっともらしくキリル文字で書いているが、ナボコフの小説『ロリータ』はもともと英語で書かれている。
そして、「ロリータ」はその登場人物ドロレスの愛称であり、そもそも「ロリータ」などという名前を親からつけられた人物は登場しない。
これ見てhttps://www.behindthename.com/name/lolita/top/united-states で調べたらそもそもロシア語圏の名前というわけではないし、アメリカではナボコフの本の前後でLolita減ってませんでした。ゴメンネ❤️
ただしロシアではЛолитаは本当に激減したと聞いてます。こういうのイメージの問題なので、親が子にЛолитаとつけたくない気持ちを持つのに原語は英語とかロリータは本名じゃないとか関係ないでしょう。
ちなみにナボコフ自身は"I am probably responsible for the odd fact that people don't seem to name their daughters Lolita any more. I have heard of young female poodles being given that name since 1956, but of no human beings." http://nabokov-lit.ru/nabokov/intervyu/life-1964.htm と言ってるので、世界のlolitaという名前（おそらくЛолитаもひっくるめて）が自分のおかげで減ったと認識してたようです。（ちなみにこの文書を書いた後ナボコフ自身でLolitaをロシア語に訳している）
15時間の勤務スケジュールは、労働法や労働規則に準拠していることを確認するために、所在地や職種によって異なります。一般的なスケジュールは以下の通りですが、必ず該当する法律や規則を確認してください。
このスケジュールは労働時間の長さを考慮して、適切な休憩や食事休憩を取るように設計されています。ただし、労働法や職場のポリシーによっては、勤務時間や休憩時間が異なる場合がありますので、それらを尊重することが重要です。
ポップなデザインで“I am XX” “I am XY” ていうTシャツ作ったらいろんな文脈で使えて面白そうと思って似たアイディアあるかなと思ったけど I am from two gender squad xx /xy みたいなのしか見つからなかった まあトランス否定よね
なんかそうじゃなくて、トランス男性が堂々とI am XX （でも男だぜ）てやるとか、その逆でトランス女性があえてXY アピールするとか そういうのが面白いと思うんだけどな
要は染色体の性と社会的な性を切り離せばいいわけで、染色体がXY で女として振る舞っても全然オッケーだけどスポーツは全性別のXY 部門に出るみたいな、そういう風にならんもんかね
もちろん売れないってのは世界規模とか日本のチャートで上位にいないって意味で
音楽だけでちゃんと生活できてるし、人によってはそれなり稼いでる模様
ジャンルは、雑にエモ(←こういう括り方したら本人とファンにガチギレされそう)、HIP HOP、EDMだね
そもそも、有名DJ(EDMアーティスト)やラッパーのカバーが結構出てるけど無風だよな
↑YouTubeに無かったので各種サブスクで聴いておくれ。代わりに下記↓
↑ 有名どころ。タイアップで有名な曲をもう1曲↓
↑このバンド、個人的にめっちゃ売れて欲しい。STEPとか前向き曲も好きだけど、とりあえず下記↓
