Mr. T’s Fitness Tracker: The Tiny Web Page That Became a Four‑Sheet, Multi‑API, AI‑Fueled Data Pipeline

I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.

All I wanted was a simple little web page — a public accountability nudge, a digital sticky note that said, “Hey Tony, did you move your body today or nah.” Something tiny. Something honest. Something that would quietly roast me if I skipped too many days.

For months I’d been posting my daily walks on Facebook — a little ritual of “proof of life” updates that kept me honest. It worked, but it was clunky. Manual. Too dependent on me remembering to actually post. I wanted something automatic, something that lived on its own, something that didn’t require me to open Facebook like it was a confessional booth.

But the universe knows me too well.

Give me a “simple” idea and I will immediately turn it into a multi‑API, OAuth‑refreshing, Google‑Apps‑Script‑powered, domain‑hopping, spreadsheet‑layered contraption involving two AI models, four sheets, and a data architecture diagram that looks like a subway map.

This is the story of Mr. T’s Fitness Tracker — the page, the pipeline, the chaos, and the weirdly personal satisfaction of shipping something that absolutely should not exist and yet very much does.

The Day Copilot Told Me to Chill — and My Fitness Streaks

I was deep in a session with Copilot, the kind of focused stretch where time gets weird and you only notice your body again when something pops or cramps. I was mid-thought, mid-prompt, mid-“just one more tweak,” when this banner slid across the top of the screen like a gentle intervention:

Copilot prompt: Time for a break? Copilot is an AI, but you're not. It might feel nice to take a breather.

That prompt — “Time for a break? Copilot is an AI, but you're not.” — made me laugh at first, and then made me wonder whether AI had just tried to look out for my well‑being.

On one level, it’s a cute little line. On another, it’s a browser tab gently putting a hand on my shoulder and saying, “Hey, man. You’ve been staring at this screen for a while. Maybe uncurl your spine.”

My first reaction was basically: nicely done, Copilot. Look at you, looking out for my mental health. And reminding me I’m human. (Technically, it reminded me I’m not an AI, which is not quite the same thing, but we’ll let that slide.)

Then the nerd part of my brain kicked in. I started wondering: is this actually “Copilot” talking to me, or is this just the website scaffolding around it? Is the AI concerned about my well-being, or did some product manager write this line in a Figma file six months ago and ship it as a timed banner?

So, naturally, I asked Copilot about it in a different session. And it answered:

Gemini AI is Definitely Smart

I'm building a disc-ingestion script for ripping all my DVDs and Blu-rays to my computer so that we can watch all our videos without having to go find the disc, load it into the XBox, find the XBox remote, try to remember which button is "pause" when we need to get a drink or dispose of a drink we got earlier (i.e., visit one of the throne rooms in the house), etc. I've been using Copilot and Gemini for refining the system (which also pokes Gemini API for some intelligent determination of disc to movie/TV listings). 

Confessions of a Prompt Punk: How I Became an AIgoholic

I think I may be turning into an AIgoholic, an AIgnostic Prompt Punk. What’s a Prompt Punk? It doesn’t mean I’m always on time—though maybe AI could help with that. A Prompt Punk is the new AI‑Geek: not your ordinary geek of old, but a prompt pundit who has transcended Google guruship and achieved prompt proficiency—a true prompt‑ficionado. My geekhood is evolving. Let’s explore.

Initially, I wasn't overly fond of AI — but, to be honest, I didn't really have much opinion on it one way or the other. Now, if you asked me if I had an onion on it, well, probably not that, either, but I do love onions! Cooked, raw, in stuff, on stuff, as battered & fried rings, as a Bloomin' Onion or Texas Tonion, on its own... yeah, I like onions pretty much any way you want to offer them to me. I've even just taken a raw onion, sliced it, and eaten the slices. I like onions. Anyway, back to AI...