Murmurs of a Storm

Mini-Me and the Resurrection

My AI-Mini-Me can attach to any object I have privilege to, like my bicycle. I now have a co-autonomous vehicle! Unless I borrow an ebike, in which case I sit back and relax for an enjoyable trip along country roads. There are no cars anymore, because why? With modular AI-transport vessels, any motorized sidecar becomes a risk-free one-person get-around-towner.

I don’t see how that’s relevant to this city council meeting on putting sidewalks on Broyle.

Photo by George Hiles on Unsplash

It really does need to look good, and MyLife has some predominately mobile finishing plated, but I’m just finishing up the GPT instruction-tuning for a slightly better experience and to where I think it only requires tuning of the accompanying files. Into the late evening yesterday, hopefully the last for a bit, I was thankfully able to re-route the session conversation handling so that the database wouldn’t fail and croak (refuse to store enough data is more it).

Last Night on Essex Street

Briefly, it required untangling conversationfrom the session codeblock, and not just lobbying it into the avatar, as that would only create a more comedic sharing of sessions, given there is one avatar to rule all of the sessions… — essentially Maht, MyLife’s face-to-the-world [a.k.a. Q(!) to the frontend, must handle all session endpoints directed at it, and so: Avatars needs conversations.

So the avatars needed this.#conversations and the capacity to manage them, at least minimally, given that the demands are generally limited to: talk to api-gpt. It led me to examine create/set api-gpt (files, instructions, metadata? — seems like a flub, I never got it to work, or it broke recently, too bad, it was a genius little injection site, and I was attempting to use it!), but there areally aren’t any other pathways right now beyond getMessages that would object to the pipeline alteration.

That doesn’t make it easy. By the end I was seeing ghosts. Both in the sessions and here in the den.

You can always poke through the github commit to experience the story of woe: on-demand session conversation · Issue #124 · MyLife-Services/mylife-maht (github.com); but the story ends in success where we can now capture dialogs with Q for later semi-anonymous (i.e., we are extracting reg-data [and… well, sorry, it’s alpha, man! Human Intervention Phase comes early this year.]) member account creation. That is not yet automated, but it’s high up on the list, though human review stage still critical.

Afreshed!

Refreshed!

The Legion of Bots arrives with bot-agent.mjs. A veritable stable of bot-generators with simple concepts in mind, such as: biog-bot (bio-bot’s on break), art-bot, creative-writing-bot, and with a simple set of instructions, off they go! Just like it takes 10 seconds in the gpt store.

Why fight the tides when you can ride them? and then surf back to your little oasis hideaway, your mecca away from the chaos, your own private Indiho (aloha!) as a sanctuary retreat, your own instance, your own army. In the barracks. Rouse the troops, it’s time to take to the internet!

Danger, Will Robinson!

First, however, since I suspect we will have dependency outages, system alerts for the page seem critical, so I’m going to punch those out today, and you can follow that rather tame ride at: MyLife alerts#132 (github.com)

• first stop: Create container and test alert document in Cosmos — check!
• VSCode enabled: Heading over to mylife-datamanager.mjs to begin laying pipe, which reminds me, I would look good in a Gandolf pipe, from the backend forwards, which is my preferred way to operate. When coding.
  — mylife-datamanager.mjs (who knew you could ital the code! What maniac would want to!)
• Traveling Hobo: To the chagrin of my “chauffer,” I worked on the ride down to celebrate my father-in-law’s 77th (!), which was a markedly lovely time, and I was glad that I was able to finish and put to rest everything but the visual appetizingness of the alerts. Right now, I’ve only popped in low-medium-high unsurprising placeholders.
• I would kiss my budded fingers like a Frenchman and release them to the air if they didn’t taste like dog-food-topper (chicken liver and bacon! #rememberthefarm): I’m writing this paragraph before I’m finished, because the only thing left is the pretty picture to stow below of how it will look like when I am done, which shall be little better than my target: good enough.

imagine something more compelling

A “Hmm..”: Once you know that everything is eminently possible, it can ease the ability to focus on what has to get done right now…