I only had about 5 minutes to write this post, so I cheated and gave Gemini my git commit history, asked it to write the post. It was really dull. So I asked it to write it in the style of Hunter S. Thompson. This is what it came up with:
Right, let's get down to the bone and gristle of it. The week began with a righteous and noble goal: to cage the beast, to get this Ollama AI monstrosity running in a container where it couldn't do too much harm. A clean setup, a moment of pure, crystalline satisfaction. But the calm was a lie. The silence from the machine was deafening. What was it thinking in there? What dark, twisted packets was it sending into the ether? The paranoia began to creep in, a cold sweat on the back of the neck that only a true fiend for the truth can understand. There was no choice but to turn the tools of the hunter on the hunted. tshark became my weapon, a digital scalpel to peel back the layers of the network and stare into the abyss.
This descent into the wire wasn't the only madness on the docket. While one eye was fixed on the network traffic, the other was dealing with the nagging demons of the frontend—bloated Vite builds screaming for a fix. A quick bit of code-splitting surgery to shut them up. Then, a pivot to the backend, a place of shadows and secrets, to install some proper logging and a panic button to dump the whole database if things went sideways. And in a final, desperate grab for sanity, I wrestled with the macOS security apparatus to make Touch ID bend to the will of sudo. A small victory, yes, but in this line of work, you take what you can get before the next wave of insanity crests the hill.
So that‘s been the past week. #