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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.
(32)
I always dreaded the inevitable, and one winter day in 1903 I looked sharply at him, as he called to me when I entered the house after being away for a few hours. “That bird is ill!” I said.
No other member of the family saw any change in him, but when one keeps birds and becomes familiar with the appearance of each one, they all have different facial and bodily expressions, and one becomes extremely susceptible to the slightest change. As I examined Sollie, my heart sank within me, and I began to inquire what he had been eating. He had partaken freely of boiled egg, meat, and charcoal. I gave him a dose of olive oil, and I must say that the best bird or beast to take medicine is an owl. Neither he nor Betsy ever objected in the l
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.
(19)
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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There’s some whores in this house
There’s some whores in this house
There’s some whores in this house
ビッチがいるぞ
この家にはビッチがいる
この家にはビッチがいる
この家にはビッチがいる
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet and gushy, make that pullout game weak, woo
イカれた女って認められてるの 週7日稼働してる
Yeah, you dealin’ with some wet and gushy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet and gushy
Give me everything you got for this wet and gushy
バケツとモップを持ってきてよ
マンコのためなら何でもくれるよね
Beat it up, baby, catch a charge
Extra large and extra hard
Put this cookie right in your face
Swipe your nose like a credit card
I do a kegel, I’m kinda wild
Look at my mouth, look at my thighs
This water is wet, come take a dive
激しく突いて 違法なくらいに
大きさも硬さも普通じゃないわね
上に乗ってあげる
口に唾を吐いて 私を見つめて
COMIC DAYSで4/29まで最終話以外全話無料やってるよ！
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
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
16, Adhesivo/ Skabullido
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
24, EGO-WRAPPIN’/ くちばしにチェリー
27, Gypsy Ska Orquesta/ Toston Swing
31, HEY-SMITH/ We sing our song
32, KEMURI/ P.M.A（Positive Mental Attitude）
34, KEMURI/ O-zora
35, Kingston Rudieska/ Giant Moment
36, Kingston Rudieska/ Captain J
37, LÄ-PPISCH/ RINJIN
38, Laurel Aitken/ Jesse Jackson
40, Los Calzones/ Todos Te Prometen
41, Los De Abajo，Diego Benlliure，José Grela / War ４ Peace
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 Ａｍａｒｍｅ
63, Pannonia Ska Orchestra/ Sahara
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’
72, SHOW-SKA/ Scooted Scorpion
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
91, The Specials/ Little Bitch
92, The Super Glasses Ska Ensemble/ Keep Skanking
94, Tinez Roots Club/ High Jump
95, Tinez Roots Club/ Crazy Mule
96, Tinez Roots Club/ Chimpanzee
98, Two Tone Club/ Beware Of The Tiger
99, Two Tone Club/ Three Little Words
100, Киоск/ Чудеса
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・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のプレイリストからの引き写しです．タイトルに「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と
・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
Actually, it turned out I DO feel like spending 40min or at least 20min of my life. I'm rather fascinated. In the first video, he says "I'm not taking a view as many people did, in the early days of quantum mechanics that it's the conscious Observer looking at the system". NOTE, it's "Observing", not "Measuring" and he DOES NOT take the view of "the conscious Observer looking at the system".
Now do you really want me to continue in English or do you want to read it in Japanese?
（トラバが見づらいという指摘があったため、過去番付へのリンクは廃止しました。そちらが見たい奇特な方はカテゴリから適当に辿ってください。あと十両以下はあまり変わらないので今回も割愛とします）
昭和時代やイオン、女装子などの例外を除き、森羅万象を罵倒して回る増田。自身の経歴からか、特に法や行政、裁判所を目の敵にしている。
何度も削除を食らっては毎回戻ってきており、かつての安倍botや低能先生に劣らぬ危険人物。
自分語りによれば、殺害予告による二度の逮捕歴に加え、今なお各所でトラブルを起こしているらしい。
文頭をスペースで空けるため、「字下げ増田」と呼ばれる（ごく稀に空けないこともある）。別名フミさん、まーさん他。
ナニがきっかけでそうなったか知らないが、男叩きや特定個人の誹謗中傷を目的としたTogetterのまとめを複垢で作りまくっては、それを増田やはてブで拡散しようと企む某ツイフェミ。男叩きのためならいつもちゃんねるとかいう誰も知らない掲示板にまで粘着する執念深さ。
すでにTwitter・Togetter・はてブで凍結や垢BAN、404化を経験しているにも関わらず、すぐ別垢で戻ってくる札付きの悪質ユーザーである。ただ「Twitter」「Togetterのコメント」「ブコメ」「トラバ」
のそれぞれで文章を使い回す上、噛みつく人物もネタも同じ（共同親権・ヴィーガン・絵本作家「のぶみ」・龍神・はるくもなど。最近では案の定、暇空に粘着している）。
はてブでも複垢を悪用し、404化を食らった前科持ち。こいつの関与が疑われるはてブidが前回からさらに増えており、「idが違うのになぜか文面が全く同じ使い回し」のブコメまで存在する。
なお、これらidと同名のツイ垢が存在し、「彼らに依頼してブコメをコピペ投稿してもらっている」説が浮上している。一部は凍結されたり別垢で復活したり提訴されたりしているようだが、中の人が同一かどうかはあくまで不明。
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左翼・フェミ叩きに対して憎悪を燃やす超ベテラン増田。ネームド増田の中ではおそらく最古参。
「711」「R30のところにコピペしないの？」「いつもの地ならし」「○時まで寝ていたんだ」「見つかりそうか」「ということにしたいのですね」「おばさんはいいんだよ」「女子大生の設定では」「プロパンガスの専門家でしたっけ」などと、意味不明なクソリプを飛ばしてばかりいる。
また「プライベートで○ブクマｗｗｗ」「自演ツリー」などと、むやみやたらにセルクマや自作自演を疑うのも特徴。
「自分の気に食わない奴は全員同一・特定の人物」という思い込みが非常に激しく、最近では無関係な他の増田をしきりに「番付作成者」呼ばわりしているが、
「女性は下方婚しない」を筆頭に様々な持ちネタを操る反フェミ系増田。
こちらもハッタショ増田同様、発達障害・セクマイ気取り系の増田をターゲットとしたクソリプ増田。
過去に投稿した長文トラバから、大量のリンクを貼ってくる過去からの追跡者。
以前はコロナに関する話題でも同様のトラバを繰り返しており、どうやら医療や教育に相当コンプレックスを抱えている様子。
わかりましたね？
名前の通りの増田。他の横綱大関クラスに比べ出現頻度は低いものの、一度出てくると定型コピペ連投と自演トラバを繰り返し、非常にしつこい。
はてブで同様の主張を繰り返す特定のid、Togetterで似たようなコピペをまとめているれいわ信者のフェミ垢があり、いずれも同一人物の可能性が高い。
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突然現れては規約違反を厭わずブクマカや増田をグッサリ刺してくる、通り魔のような増田。
投稿頻度が不定期に増えたり減ったりしているが、例のテンプレと文体を使っていないだけで、普通に潜伏している可能性もある。
noteにも進出しており、先月には某増田への返信がXをも巻き込み大いにバズった。
ただバズったのはあくまでnoteの記事であり、普通に増田にトラバしてブクマを稼いだだけで、果たしてここまで外部に広まったかどうかは謎。
おーぷん2chやまとめサイトから、おそらく他人の投稿を勝手に転載している増田。
元の文章から微妙に改変されていることもあるが、そもそも文体がいかにも昔の2chといった感じなので、あまり意味がない。
さらに最近では「釣り増田と同内容のスレが数分差で嫌儲に立つ」という逆パターンの転載も多い。こちらについては「バナナアイコン」なる人物の関与が噂されている。
無駄に長い語りに過剰な自意識を挟んだクソエモ長文増田。ひとつバズると便乗して同じような長文が次から次へと湧いてくる、まさにゴキブリのような存在。
他の増田にいらすとやへのリンクを貼る増田。URLだけ貼ると反映されない仕様のためか、「（＾＾）」という顔文字も添えられている。
レスバトルになると乱入し、漫画「タフ」の語録を投下していく増田。
以前は「コモンビート」という、ピースボートかそこら系のNPOのサイトを宣伝することもあったが、これが規約に引っかかったのか、投稿が全て消えたことがある。
増田に生息する定型トラバの一種。他に「礼には及ばんでござる」「という話」「マジかよサバカレー最低だな」「うるせぇ小便小僧」など。
再投稿ネタを指摘する増田。複数人おり、微妙に仕事ぶりが異なる。
ただご存じの通りブクマカはトラバも本文も読まない上、過去の再放送ネタにも平気で釣られて伸ばすダボハゼなので、あまり意味がない。
また、彼らに対して「再投稿は正当な権利」と訴える増田や、彼らをおちょくるためにわざと再投稿を繰り返す増田、
既存の単語を微妙に並べ替えした変な検索をしている増田。検索の件数らしき数字もあるが、どこでどういう検索をしているのか不明。
こちらもブクマのついた増田に対し、タイトルを適当に並べ替えたクソトラバを残していく増田。正直荒らしやスパムと区別がつかない。
以前は「性欲強太郎」を自称しており、その名残で語尾がハム太郎のパロになっている。
名前の割にタフ語録は使わない。
アカデミー賞受賞とかで騒がれていたのでPERFECT DAYSを見てきた。
みんなはこんな日々がずっと続けばいいのにと思ったことはない？
俺はいくつかある。
小学校卒業間際のみんなで遊んでた日々（中学は私立に行くことが決まっていてみんなと分かれるのが分かっていた）
高3の夏休み、友達と教室で勉強する名目でふざけて遊んでた日々
大学生のとき、就職が決まった後のいよいよみんなとお別れのカウントダウンが始まった感覚があった日々
大好きな子と付き合って頭がその子のことでいっぱいになっちゃう日々
どれも俺にとっては完璧な1日の集合だった。
どれほどこのまま何も変わらずに過ごすことができればいいのにと思ったことだろうか。
俺が何をすれば変わらずにすむのだろうか。なんでもするからあの日々をずっと続けて行きたかった。
主人公の平山の最後の涙は、平山が愛してた完璧な日常がどうしようもなく変わってしまうことに対する悲しみなのではないだろうかと思った。
Could you check my sentence? Grammar and 単数形、複数形 and so on. Re write please.
I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life especially for woman. I would like to show example in Japan.
In Japan usually woman starts their carrier after graduated from the university. I saw statistics shows that woman’s salary starts from 1 to 3 million yen in the biggening. The peak of the salary will be around the age of 25 as 5 to 6 million yen. After that it will drop harshly to 100 million to 0 yen. Why we have this huge drop?
The reason is that most of Japanese woman retire after their marriage called “Hanayome Taisha” and some of them will be housewives, that means no longer to continue their carrier. However, these days it is very hard to live rely on man’s income to live in metropolis. Some of woman start working as a part timer to take care of their children while husband works fulltime and this makes woman not to be able to paid well. The statics shows that woman’s carrier restart between 30 to 35 years old but the salary will not be the peak like their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I think woman’s carrier depends on what kind of lifestyle they want.
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I think career planning is not essential for a successful work life, especially for women. I would like to provide an example from Japan.
In Japan, women usually start their careers after graduating from university. Statistics show that women's salaries start from 1 to 3 million yen at the beginning. The peak of their salary is typically around the age of 25, ranging from 5 to 6 million yen. However, after that, it drops sharply to 100 million to 0 yen. Why do we see this huge drop?
The reason is that most Japanese women retire after getting married, a phenomenon called "Hanayome Taisha," and some become housewives, meaning they no longer pursue their careers. However, these days it is very hard to rely solely on a man's income to live in a metropolis. Some women start working as part-timers to take care of their children while their husbands work full-time, which results in women not being paid well. Statistics show that women's careers restart between 30 and 35 years old, but the salary is not at its peak like in their 20s anymore. From these statistics, I believe a woman's career depends on the kind of lifestyle they want.
why you use women ? I used woman.
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I used "women" instead of "woman" because your original text seemed to refer to women in general, rather than a specific individual. When discussing women as a group, it's more common to use the plural form. However, if you prefer to use "woman" to refer to women in general, I can adjust the text accordingly.
