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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.
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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
Media made us restrict our movements during COVID-19, and it had a very big impact. I checked Twitter and TV every day to see how many people were getting COVID-19, being hospitalized, and dying. Japanese TV showed videos of people on artificial respirators in hospitals, which was shocking and made me afraid to go out. I worried that if I got COVID-19, I would end up in the hospital on a respirator and might die. After watching those shows, I couldn't watch regular news on TV because I was so scared of COVID-19.
I stayed home for a long time, but I caught the virus from my father in September 2023. He had been coughing a lot since 2020 because of another disease, so I thought it was just that. But in the middle of September, his cough sounded different, so I thought it might be COVID-19. I was planning to go to Canada at that time, but things turned out badly. Both my mother and I got COVID-19 and had a very tough time. It was hard to breathe, but after a month, my symptoms weren't as bad. I didn't need to be hospitalized. I think that sometimes watching social media or TV can give us negative information that restricts our movements, but in this case, it was too much.
移民制度(技能実習・特定技能など)は低賃金労働者を欲する財界のレントシーキングです！
財界・政界が嘯く、「多文化共生」「多文化主義」「移民統合」等は、レントシーキングを誤魔化す為のnarrativeです！
外国人低賃金労働者と日常生活で関わるのは、財界首脳・政治家ではなく、一般大衆です。
有権者は視座を高めましょう！
移民で得をするのは、低賃金外国人を雇う財界、財界から献金・パーティー券・投票の便宜を受ける政治家のみです。
多くの国民は、治安悪化、治安対策の時間・費用の増加、no-go-zoneの増加、外国人による国民健康保険へのフリーライド、低賃金外国人による日本人賃金の上昇抑制などで、大損をします。
一般大衆は献金・パーティー券などのロビー活動に措いては無力です。手札は投票のみになります。
余談
英国内務大臣「多文化主義はヨーロッパで「失敗」し、国民国家の社会的結束を脅かしている」と移民政策を否定
tinyurl.com/mr3mnpwb
「並行社会」を生み出した
tinyurl.com/tabunkakyousei
tinyurl.com/eikoku
「Multikulti（ドイツ語で「ダイバーシティを尊重する態度」の意）は全くの失敗だった」
tinyurl.com/tabunka-kyosei
ロンドンの住人のうち「白人の英国人」が占める割合は４４・９％とすでに半数を切っています。
また、ロンドンの３３地区のうち２３地区で白人は少数派になっています。
tinyurl.com/seiboukou
盗みを繰り返していた
羽交い締めにして
顔を殴ってけがをさせたとして、
議員を威嚇
tinyurl.com/giin-ikaku
tinyurl.com/shirobai
職質されたら警察署を包囲
tinyurl.com/shokushitsu
tinyurl.com/taishikan-rantou
少年逮捕…父の車で死亡ひき逃げ 車体は大破損、ガラス割れるも「事故していない」…出国しようとしていた
川口市
tinyurl.com/hikinige
「中国人は制度調べ尽くして、本国の家族呼び寄せて、書類用意して半ば強引に健康保険を通し日本の医療を受けさせる。
tinyurl.com/kazoku-yobiyose
埼玉･川口市がクルド人めぐり国に異例の訴え なぜ？現場で何が？
その中に仮放免のクルド人の治療費も含まれているとみています。
tinyurl.com/iryouhi-mibarai
tinyurl.com/26000000yen
tinyurl.com/ukeire-teishi
tinyurl.com/kawaguchi-shi
tinyurl.com/2n5azte2
川口市
tinyurl.com/5fv62ve4
川口市内の
tinyurl.com/saitamaken-kawaguchishi
埼玉県川口市長「中国には訪問・視察などで30回以上は行っています。」
tinyurl.com/china30times
＜独自＞「犯罪外国人は強制送還を」 クルド人問題の川口市長、法相へ要望
2023/9/1 19:37
tinyurl.com/kyousei-soukan
寛容のパラドックス
コ●ラ● 9:5 あなた方はどこであれ、多神教徒を見つけ次第●しなさい
コ●ラ● 4:34従わない妻は●て
tinyurl.com/mr5h2us3
石打ち刑
tinyurl.com/ishiuchikei
イ●ラ●教徒の土葬墓地計画、住民から反対相次ぐ…予定地の５５０ｍに水源
tinyurl.com/dosou
tinyurl.com/yrvetymj
5年以上の長い時間を要し
tinyurl.com/2cjsu8pa
tinyurl.com/4a9j9n34
w.wiki/AMDo
tinyurl.com/tokutei-ginou
tinyurl.com/ynb6nrcd
特定2号の拡充に反対
僕一人ぐらい
「極右」
「排外主義者」
といった烙印を押して
tinyurl.com/seiyo-no-jishi
欧米の多文化共生・移民統合の実態はホワイトフライト・セグリゲーションン・治安悪化です！
居住地域に移民・難民が増えると、高所得者・高学歴者が最初に引っ越しをします。
欧米の実情を見れば、多文化共生・移民統合という考えはお花畑に過ぎません。
日本人の高所得者・高学歴者が別の都市に引っ越すJapanese-flight（ジャパニーズフライト・日本人の脱出）・セグリゲーションンが起こるでしょう！
外国人密度が高まった都市が誕生して、その外国人高密度都市の治安が悪化して、周囲の都市も影響を受けるでしょう。
非ヨーロッパ移民の割合が3〜4％に達したときに始まりますが、
民族の分離は
セグリゲーション（segregation）
tinyurl.com/sumiwake
貧しい者が多く、収入の差異からセグリゲーションが発生していることも多い。
tinyurl.com/Gast-arbeiter
人種または民族文化が多様化しつつある地域からの白人の突然の、または長期的な大規模移住
2004年、英国国勢調査の調査によりロンドンでのホワイトフライトの証拠が示された。
2011年の国勢調査では、初めてロンドンの人口の50％未満が白人であり、
White flight
犯罪急増、選挙の焦点＝首相「移民の社会統合失敗」―スウェーデン
「あまりに多い移民と、あまりに足りないスウェーデン社会への統合」（アンデション首相）
今や２００万人と言われる。
「北欧の優等生」スウェーデンが一転、犯罪大国に 移民ギャングが暗躍
今年は１１月末までに、銃撃・爆破事件が合計約４９０件以上。
昨年は銃犯罪で６３人が死亡した。
英紙フィナンシャル・タイムズによると、
２０２０年、人口１００万人あたりの銃撃による死者数は
ＥＵ最多だった。
youtube.com/watch?v=fISGXTBfJRY
殺人、
爆破事件、
暴力などが
増え続け
今年の9月30日までの
爆破事件は132件
1052万人の国
警察が入れない
緊急車両が入れない
https://tinyurl.com/Sweden-iminseisaku-henkou
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.
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.
私はギャンブルの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の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のレバーを握るとき、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、必死に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。
時々私たちはバカラの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、私たちは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、そしてギリギリの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。
そうですね！やかましいですね！ところでウクライナ音楽とロシア音楽をかけ合わせたらどうなるでしょうか？とっても平和の響きがするでしょう！あなたの手持ちのイスラエルも混ぜてみましょうよよよよよよよよよよよよよよよ
<div class="conversation"><h4>Close your head</h4><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Close your eyes…」「Close your head…</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Close your eyes... Close your head...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>say, what you saw. you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I saw... darkness. My mind's eye is a void, devoid of sight.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>i can light you. </div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Light me then.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div><*click*> i light you now. then, what you see? you can see with mind.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I see a dimly lit room. Shadows dance on the walls, and a faint, eerie glow permeates the space.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Shadow of what?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The shadows seem to take form, twisting and contorting into strange, indistinct shapes. It's as if they are the embodiment of forgotten fears and hidden desires.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Do you have any idea who is showing it?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I have no idea. The source of these shadows remains hidden, shrouded in mystery and intrigue.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>OK, let's leave the mysterious and scary shadow behind. What else can you see in this room?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: In this dimly lit room, I can make out a cluttered assortment of objects. There's an old, tattered book lying open on a dusty table, its pages filled with arcane symbols. A moth-eaten rug covers a portion of the floor, and a cracked mirror hangs on one wall, reflecting distorted images. The air carries a musty scent, and I sense an atmosphere of abandonment and neglect.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You pick book and check it</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I reach out and pick up the old book. Its pages feel brittle and fragile in my hands. As I flip through the pages, the text appears to be written in a language I can't comprehend, filled with cryptic symbols and diagrams. It's a tome of secrets, but its meaning remains elusive.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>see book cover</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I examine the cover of the book, trying to discern any details despite the dim light. The cover is worn and weathered, and it bears an intricate design of what appears to be a coiled serpent, its scales formed from shimmering, iridescent colors. Above the serpent, there's a title in elegant script, but it's written in a language I can't decipher. The book exudes an aura of mystique and ancient knowledge.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Is there a place to go? What about the door?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I turn my attention to the room's exit, the door. It stands tall and imposing, made of heavy, dark wood. There's a tarnished doorknob, and the door appears to be slightly ajar, revealing a sliver of what lies beyond. It beckons me to explore further, promising unknown adventures or perhaps even more mysteries.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>try to open</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the door and grasp the tarnished doorknob. With a gentle push, the door creaks open, revealing a corridor shrouded in shadows. The faint glow from the room behind me barely penetrates the darkness ahead. I step cautiously into the corridor, ready to uncover the secrets that lie beyond.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I proceed forward down the shadowy corridor, my footsteps echoing faintly in the dimness. The path ahead seems endless, and the air grows cooler as I delve deeper into the unknown, guided only by the flickering light behind me and the anticipation of what awaits.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>foward and look around</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Continuing down the corridor, I take a moment to look around. The walls are lined with faded, tattered tapestries depicting scenes of ancient battles and mythical creatures. The torch sconces that once held flames have long since burned out, leaving only empty brackets. The air feels heavy with history, and there's a faint, eerie whispering that seems to emanate from the walls themselves, as if they hold secrets untold.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>keep going until you discover something</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I press on, the corridor seemingly endless. My journey is shrouded in uncertainty, but I persist, driven by the need to discover what lies ahead. The shadows deepen, and the air grows colder as I continue, my curiosity and determination unwavering.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>stop! you here that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I halt in my tracks, straining my ears to listen. There's a faint, distant sound, almost like a whisper carried on the wind. It's indistinct, but it holds a mysterious allure, beckoning me to investigate further.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>listen carefully</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I listen intently, my senses sharpened as I focus on the elusive sound. It becomes clearer, a haunting melody that seems to weave through the very air itself. It's both captivating and eerie, drawing me closer to its source with each haunting note.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>who play that?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The source of the haunting melody remains elusive, hidden in the shadows. It's as if the music emanates from the very walls, an ethereal presence that defies explanation. There is no visible musician, yet the music continues to fill the corridor, casting a spell of enchantment and mystery.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Head to the source of the sound and investigate (dice roll)</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the roll of the dice and embark on a quest to trace the source of the haunting melody. Each step takes me closer to the enchanting sound, and as I round a corner in the corridor, I come upon a door, slightly ajar, from which the music seems to emanate. My heart races with anticipation as I push the door open, eager to unveil the secrets that lie within.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>When you open the door, there...</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: When I open the door, there stands a grand chamber bathed in an otherworldly glow. In the center of the room, an ornate grand piano commands attention. The keys move on their own, playing the haunting melody that had drawn me here. But there's no one at the piano.The room is adorned with opulent tapestries and gilded mirrors, reflecting the surreal scene before me. Candlelit chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, flickering light that dances across the walls. The air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance, a mix of ancient incense and delicate flowers.At the far end of the room, a figure cloaked in shadows stands beside an enormous, antique bookshelf filled with tomes of forgotten knowledge. Their presence is enigmatic, and their intentions remain unclear.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look piano</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I approach the grand piano, its keys still playing the haunting melody. As I inspect it, I notice that there are no visible hands or fingers touching the keys. It's as if the piano itself is possessed by some unseen force, creating the music with an ethereal touch.The piano is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with intricate carvings and inlaid with precious gemstones. Its keys are made of polished ivory, and they move in perfect harmony with the haunting tune. It's a surreal and mesmerizing sight, leaving me both entranced and bewildered.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Be careful, it might be a man-eating piano.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: I heed the caution and approach the grand piano with caution. Although it plays on its own, I remain wary of its mysterious nature. The possibility of a man-eating piano lingers in my mind, adding an extra layer of tension to the already surreal scene.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>the piano suddenly stops</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The abrupt halt of the piano's music sends a shiver down my spine. The chamber falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the flickering candlelight. It's as if the very essence of the room holds its breath, waiting for what comes next.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>You feel disgusted and turn around. What happened?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: As I turn around, a wave of revulsion washes over me. My senses reel in disgust at the sight before me. The figure that had been cloaked in shadows has now revealed itself, and it is a grotesque, nightmarish entity. Its form is a twisted amalgamation of human and beast, with grotesque, elongated limbs and a maw of sharp, jagged teeth.The once opulent chamber has transformed into a nightmarish lair, with walls adorned in macabre art and gruesome trophies. The air is thick with the stench of decay and despair. I am trapped in a surreal and horrifying nightmare, unable to escape the clutches of this abomination.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>it scary. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: Fear courses through me as I confront this nightmarish entity and its gruesome lair. In this realm of horrors, I must make a decision. I choose to... confront the entity, my curiosity and determination outweighing my fear, as I seek to uncover the mysteries and secrets that lie within this twisted nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>how?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With trembling resolve, I take a step forward, slowly approaching the grotesque entity. I attempt to communicate with it, asking it what it wants or why it has brought me here. My voice quivers, but my determination to unravel the enigma that surrounds this nightmarish realm remains steadfast.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>any result?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: The grotesque entity regards me with malevolent, glowing eyes, its jagged maw twitching with an unsettling smile. It responds with a guttural, incomprehensible language, filled with whispers and hisses. It becomes apparent that communication with this entity is futile, and its intentions remain shrouded in darkness.As I continue to stand before this nightmarish being, I feel a growing sense of dread, realizing that escape may be the only option left.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>surely. what will you do?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: With no hope of communication or understanding, and the nightmarish entity's menacing presence growing more oppressive, I decide to make a hasty retreat. I turn and rush toward the door through which I entered, driven by the instinct to escape the horrors of this surreal nightmare.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>Did it go well? Or Bad?</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">ChatGPT</div><div><rotating_light ALPHABREAKrotating_light>: My escape from the nightmarish realm was fraught with tension and fear, but I managed to reach the door and slam it shut behind me. The grotesque entity and its horrifying lair were left behind, at least for the moment. Whether it went well or bad is a matter of perspective. I survived the encounter, but the mysteries and terrors of that surreal place still haunt my thoughts. The experience was a chilling reminder of the unknown and the horrors that can lurk within it.</div></pre><pre class="message"><div class="author">user</div><div>look around. what you see?</div></pre><pre class=" Permalink | 記事への反応(2) | 16:06
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| qiita.com | 57(3.8%) |
| note.com | 53(3.5%) |
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| blog.livedoor.jp | 4(0.3%) |
ワイもPixel8と共にPixel Watch 2買っちゃったけど大体感想は同じだわ。
思った以上に通知機能が便利だった。
ピコーンと鳴るたびにスマホチェックするのが今ではアホらしい。
まあ買って後悔はしてないかな。
アマゾンのブラックフライデーセールでピクセルウォッチ1が安くなっていたので買ってみた。
タッチ決済便利そうだなというのと先日リリースされたpip-boyデザインのインターフェース（テレビゲーム「fallout」シリーズで出てくる腕時計型ガジェット）に惹かれてしまった。
便利！ってなることもあったり、は？ってなることもあったのでこれから買おうとしている人の参考になればと思って書き残す。
２万５千円くらい出して買ってよかったかどうかについては、良かったとも言えないし失敗したとも言い切れないレベルだと思っている。
・持ち物管理が楽になった
今回スマートウォッチの導入を検討した一番の理由としては、買い物や移動のときに財布からカードもしくはどこかのポケットからカードケース出してというモタモタした手順を省きたいと思ったところであった。また、キャッシュレスタッチ決済をスマートウォッチに集約することで管理しなければいけない持ち物を減らし忘れ物を無くしたいという目的もあった。
pixel watchはgoogleペイ対応の上、suica機能も付けられるため、キャッシュレスタッチ決済が使えるシチュエーションでは金払う→腕時計を端末に寄せるという手順で済ませられるというメリットは非常に魅力的で、実際スマートウォッチ導入後は身軽に外出できるようになった。
・通知機能が思いのほか便利
使って見てスマホに来た各種通知をすぐに確認できるのは思いのほか楽なことを思い知った。メッセージ系の通知を確認できるのはもちろん、片手にスケジュール管理機能の出張所があるのは非常に便利で、スマホを使ってスケジュール管理している人には手放せなくなるアイテムといっても過言でもないだろう。
着用したまま寝ていると睡眠時のコンディションが見られるという事でやってみたところ、実際にデータが出てきており感動した。フーン程度にしか思っていなかった機能だが実際にやってみたら案外面白いものである。
どういうメカニズムでデータを採っていてどの程度信頼性があるものかはさておき、寝不足と感じるときとそうでない時を比較することで自分に適した睡眠導入ルーチンを作り効率的に回復できたらいいなと思っている。
・操作性
これはまあ当たり前すぎて仕方がないもので許容しているつもりではあるが、やっぱり操作性が悪い。
スマートウォッチからの入力は出てくるキーパッドか音声入力かとなるがいずれも操作性や反応、シチュエーションによる入力の制限がかかるのでスマートウォッチは基本スマートフォンに入力しているものもしくは出力されたものを確認するツールとして扱うべきなのだろう。
厳密にはピクセルカメラをpixel watch、google pixel両方に導入することで純正リモートカメラ機能は使うことができるようだ。逆に言うとpixelカメラを導入できないスマホ以外は現状使うことができない。自分の中では一番「は？」となった部分。
今年９月まではgoogleカメラという形でplayストアからインストールできたようだが１２月現在は消え去っており非常にやきもきしている。
バッタもんのカメラリモートアプリを使うことでリモートカメラ機能は使えるが動作がぎこちなかったり広告が出たり見た目が雑だったりと異物感が強い。田舎暮らしでスポーツサークルをやっている自分の現状の生活だとタッチ決済以上に使う機能なのでこの躓きは個人的にかなり痛い。
pixelカメラではない現行機種androidユーザー全員が使えるgoogleカメラアプリを再リリースしてもらうか、wearOS用のカメラ操作アプリをリリースしてほしい。
届いたスマートウォッチのセッティングを手早く済ませ、鼻の穴を膨らませながら近くの商店でタッチ決済してみたところ接触が悪くカードを出すのと同じくらい時間がかかってしまった。といいつつも財布出さなくていいことに体の軽量化を感じたが、画面を当てまくっているとそのうち液晶が傷だらけになりそうなのはふと気になった。まあカバー付けているので気になったらカバー変えればいい話ではある。
また、スマートウォッチの位置から来るリーチの足りなさに使いにくさを感じた。おそらく自分の周りにあるお店のレジ機能の構造が手を伸ばしてお金を置く、カードを当てるという距離感になっておりスマートウォッチが付いている手首の位置だと決済機の位置まで微妙に届かず腰を曲げたり屈んだりと調整が必要なことが多々あることに「思ってたんと違う」となってしまった。
ド田舎暮らしのため上のようなシチュエーションにぶつかっているが都心部であればスマートウォッチ決済がしやすい構造のお店も多そう。
まあこの問題はスマートウォッチでのタッチ決済という動きに慣れたら解決しそうな部分である。
便利になった部分は非常に多い。しかしスマートウォッチのほとんどの機能はスマホを出せば問題ないわけで、スマートウォッチを導入すればみんながみんな楽になるとも限らない感じはする。
自分の場合はなんとなくで導入したので新しいガジェット！というワクワク感による買って良かった補正は受けているが、冷静にありがたみがあるかと言われると考え込んでしまう。睡眠データや心拍数データとかfit系アプリを上手に使っていったらメリットが増えていきそうな気もするが。
あと30過ぎたオッサンの癖に高い時計を持っていないと石を投げられることは無くなりそうというメリットも。
コミックDAYSがランクインしたのは読み切り作品が複数人気を集めたためらしい
| 2023年11月 | 人気エントリー入り回数 |
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| togetter.com | 247(16.8%) |
| anond.hatelabo.jp | 194(13.2%) |
| www3.nhk.or.jp | 57(3.9%) |
| note.com | 45(3.1%) |
| news.yahoo.co.jp | 37(2.5%) |
| www.asahi.com | 35(2.4%) |
| www.yomiuri.co.jp | 27(1.8%) |
| mainichi.jp | 25(1.7%) |
| www.itmedia.co.jp | 20(1.4%) |
| zenn.dev | 19(1.3%) |
| speakerdeck.com | 19(1.3%) |
| www.tokyo-np.co.jp | 18(1.2%) |
| www.sankei.com | 18(1.2%) |
| www.cnn.co.jp | 17(1.2%) |
| president.jp | 17(1.2%) |
| dailyportalz.jp | 17(1.2%) |
| www.nikkei.com | 16(1.1%) |
| gigazine.net | 16(1.1%) |
| bunshun.jp | 16(1.1%) |
| nordot.app | 15(1.0%) |
| qiita.com | 12(0.8%) |
| toyokeizai.net | 11(0.7%) |
| shonenjumpplus.com | 11(0.7%) |
| newsdig.tbs.co.jp | 10(0.7%) |
| courrier.jp | 10(0.7%) |
| automaton-media.com | 10(0.7%) |
| www.publickey1.jp | 9(0.6%) |
| www.hotpepper.jp | 9(0.6%) |
| news.denfaminicogamer.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| logmi.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| diamond.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| www.jiji.com | 7(0.5%) |
| www.oricon.co.jp | 6(0.4%) |
| www.bloomberg.co.jp | 6(0.4%) |
| www.bbc.com | 6(0.4%) |
| www.afpbb.com | 6(0.4%) |
| dev.classmethod.jp | 6(0.4%) |
| comic-days.com | 6(0.4%) |
| blog.tinect.jp | 6(0.4%) |
| www.newsweekjapan.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| www.fnn.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| www.bengo4.com | 5(0.3%) |
| shueisha.online | 5(0.3%) |
| pc.watch.impress.co.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| internet.watch.impress.co.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| game.watch.impress.co.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| xtech.nikkei.com | 4(0.3%) |
| www.youtube.com | 4(0.3%) |
| www.sponichi.co.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| www.nhk.or.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| www.gizmodo.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| piyolog.hatenadiary.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| nlab.itmedia.co.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| news.tv-asahi.co.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| natgeo.nikkeibp.co.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| konifar-zatsu.hatenadiary.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| huyukiitoichi.hatenadiary.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| forest.watch.impress.co.jp | 4(0.3%) |
| dain.cocolog-nifty.com | 4(0.3%) |
ドメインの多様性がさらに減りドメイン数がここ半年で最少を更新。
| 2023年10月 | 人気エントリー入り回数 |
|---|---|
| togetter.com | 248(16.3%) |
| anond.hatelabo.jp | 189(12.4%) |
| www3.nhk.or.jp | 56(3.7%) |
| note.com | 43(2.8%) |
| news.yahoo.co.jp | 42(2.8%) |
| www.asahi.com | 30(2.0%) |
| speakerdeck.com | 29(1.9%) |
| mainichi.jp | 28(1.8%) |
| qiita.com | 26(1.7%) |
| zenn.dev | 23(1.5%) |
| www.tokyo-np.co.jp | 22(1.4%) |
| gigazine.net | 21(1.4%) |
| bunshun.jp | 21(1.4%) |
| www.sankei.com | 20(1.3%) |
| www.itmedia.co.jp | 20(1.3%) |
| www.cnn.co.jp | 16(1.1%) |
| dailyportalz.jp | 16(1.1%) |
| www.nikkei.com | 13(0.9%) |
| president.jp | 13(0.9%) |
| newsdig.tbs.co.jp | 13(0.9%) |
| pc.watch.impress.co.jp | 11(0.7%) |
| toyokeizai.net | 10(0.7%) |
| nordot.app | 10(0.7%) |
| courrier.jp | 9(0.6%) |
| automaton-media.com | 9(0.6%) |
| www.sponichi.co.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| www.publickey1.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| www.hotpepper.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| nlab.itmedia.co.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| news.denfaminicogamer.jp | 8(0.5%) |
| www.watch.impress.co.jp | 7(0.5%) |
| www.oricon.co.jp | 7(0.5%) |
| www.gizmodo.jp | 7(0.5%) |
| shonenjumpplus.com | 7(0.5%) |
| news.tv-asahi.co.jp | 7(0.5%) |
| natgeo.nikkeibp.co.jp | 7(0.5%) |
| xtech.nikkei.com | 6(0.4%) |
| www.nikkan-gendai.com | 6(0.4%) |
| www.fnn.jp | 6(0.4%) |
| www.dailyshincho.jp | 6(0.4%) |
| www.bbc.com | 6(0.4%) |
| www.afpbb.com | 6(0.4%) |
| nazology.net | 6(0.4%) |
| logmi.jp | 6(0.4%) |
| coliss.com | 6(0.4%) |
| www.youtube.com | 5(0.3%) |
| www.nhk.or.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| www.j-cast.com | 5(0.3%) |
| www.famitsu.com | 5(0.3%) |
| www.bengo4.com | 5(0.3%) |
| rocketnews24.com | 5(0.3%) |
| gendai.media | 5(0.3%) |
| forest.watch.impress.co.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| forbesjapan.com | 5(0.3%) |
| dot.asahi.com | 5(0.3%) |
| diamond.jp | 5(0.3%) |
| blog.tinect.jp | 5(0.3%) |
