A Google Cloud Unix CLI (command-line interface) morning of appengine devlopment

An Aztec code from Barcode Generator of some of this morning's work.

I covered a lot of ground this past evening in mobile app development; namely for Actions on Google and/for Google Assistant. 

I'm proceeding faithfully quickly, with the graces of monthly data un-throttled bestowed upon my Alcatel TCL LX phone, only $40, and a great deal on processing power on mobile, from Target. 

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It's pretty, slick, sturdy, and staunch; for the most part. I can't quite trawl through a textual transliterative « everything » 30+ WPM thumbsies quite all the time, but the device pulls through and it jaunts a faithful AppEngine 28-hour workday no problem.

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↰ Google App Engine

What's the meaning of 28 instances hours mean in free limit section of pricing detail? Can i know what's the price for firebase cloud messaging?

5/26/16Lim Ta Sheng

What's the meaning of 28 instances hours mean in free limit section of pricing detail?   Can i know what's the price for firebase cloud messaging? 

5/26/16Kamran (Google Cloud Support)

Hello Lim,

Based on your message, I understand that you want to know the meaning of instance-hours in the App Engine pricing section of this article. If so, I suggest visiting this thread on serverfault.com where my colleague posted an answer to a similar question. You can also visit this article for more detail information:

Instances running in manual and basic scaling services are billed at hourly rates based on uptime. Billing begins when an instance starts and ends fifteen minutes after a manual instance shuts down or fifteen minutes after a basic instance has finished processing its last request. 

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Aside from all that, I got my Pigeon Trivia little Google Assistant game show up in the Google Assistant Directory; hopefully it'll stand to remain in the catalog with some more astute development hours put in to it.

These are some photos of common pages I've been scrumming through to work out the development workflow. It's a massive undertaking of knowledge base.

The Google Cloud Unix Bash Shell Command-Line Interface

The Pigeon Trivia Google Assistant Actions Trivia Game Simulator.

The Google Application Programming Interface[s] catalog.

The Google Cloud Platform Retina App Logo

One of my pigeon App logos, from ink brush illustration. 

One of the internal Google Cloud Platform User Interface icon logos.

Here's my Google Assistant Action in the Google Assistant Directory. With luck, I'll be granted a pass with the work on development I've done on this and be given some monthly credits and a T-Shirt from the Google Assistant team!

Another Aztec encoding of the .webp format and protocol description itself; utilized in the Google Cloud Data Labeling API.

A second-degree-removed 💗 flub. Some seminal thoughts, here: on dying.

As I had been a guy for the sociable scene this recent holiday week (July 4th, 20¹9);

I felt a confidence about the air, of that love, of that cleanliness, and good old-fashioned romance might win many over, including myself, as I saw many couples. 

Then, (twice, I believe « on a släde couch jaunt », I interred a heart flutter. I say twice-(removed) because it was <_ about="" along="" and="" as="" athleticism="" be="" better="" brought="" confidence="" deluded="" dying="" folklore="" forth="" get="" h4="" had="" how="" i="" immortal="" in="" it="" life="" many="" me.="" mortality="" my="" nbsp="" not="" obvious="" of="" on="" others="" our="" self.="" sense="" some="" that="" thoughts="" to="" we="" well="" with="" yet="" youthful="">

That being said, I'm fairly well-to-the-self as far as routine (getting back to it), and it was a good several to many hours spent in caring self-healing therapy; mainly of pressure-point massage. 

Some repressed memories came to mind, during several of many traumatic-crisis incidents that bubbled forth, upon my ⁴th of July weekend. 

That I am 37 years old, I felt it fairly iconic celebutante of me, (nearly) incurring a heart-attack. It made me realize several things.

1. First of all, the attrition. Who wouldn't [given Scientology] be held at questioning and tribulation for justice? Is my objective reality different than others'? 
2. Second of all, I felt like I was suitably seated only somewhat to have faithfully only dalliançèd a heart attack « émbue », as it were. Just a flub. My rote and good deeds unto faith towards the feeding of the pigeons had done me well, as for this go-round. 
3. But what about others? Would they have haunted so bwamm, just like myself, and fared so dauntless jaunt regardless fwamm . . . the sidewalk's upturned now-ish? 

Fairly bwammAF to note, it's fairly unexpected conversational topic to bring up recent circulatory issues outside of the medical field, yet I'm a fairly astute abstracts-by-night reader, with a fairly well-to-do IQ to go with it. 

I thought about my interrent peers and their such-to-suppose (also [nearly]) heart-attacks. Regardless of (whatever), I feel like perhaps it (I); ergo: ought be wrought out in the public. 

First of all, it's a looming spectre for all of us, some day. I've determined that it takes death over fighting and waste to produce crystal methamphetamine. Nobody (supposed)...<_ div="" nbsp="">

Well, okay. People do give effort and produce will and means for the [<_ div="" go="" good="" identities="" much="" nbsp="" of="" others.="" psychology.="" standard="" the="" through="" we="">

But okay. Fwiff. But what's the point? We all fwiff, some alike, some different. 

The heart murmur, and subsequent blood circulatory debacles, which I had worked out in my self-physical pressure-point therapy, over many hours, became a self-evident article of forensics, given repressed-memories, time-elapsed had withheld from myself; I felt that it was so; as well, unto others who cho[o]se to a abuse me. 

Perhaps we were all harboring hidden resonances of childhood traumas that none of us were grown up well enough, by far - to the expectations of that God would not burden Man with more that He Himself could ought handle. 

The Bible rings true, and in society, we have the seminal works of others as upon our Daily Bread offerings of choices we might make, rarely noticing or remembering the unique traumas within each one of us who had been unduly abused, yet a formative self of abusive concomitance that had become our spectre alter self; our Sympathetic Resonance of pain, that formed our early lives; the framework that we had grown up within and amongst. 

Perhaps leading us to nearly die early, at some point in our lives. 

A reblog: pigeon marriage proposal

This is a classic pigeon composite illustration of various motifs I've come across during my outings in to town "doing recyclables." [collecting].

A notable theme of summer months - the suggestion of exchange and of offering; the pigeon with sass tries to imagine what might be done with a gold ring.

Here, in this composite image, the pigeon's partner is none other than an RCA Viking II tablette, currently on sale at Target. 

Pigeon marriage proposal

Pigeon marriage proposal

   

The pigeons of Wilshire at Western Ralph's are a flock to behold.

As a recyclables collector, I've commonly come in to homed flocks of pigeons concentrated in a certain area.

Wilshire at Western Ralph's Grocery Store.

Here, at Wilshire at Western in Wilshire Center (of Los Angeles, CA USA), the locals must have been kind and considerate towards birds as a concentrated demographic of people in the area. 

The pigeons of the Ralph's parking lot are a heartwarming feature of the store that merits a visit, for bird lovers.

The bwippzies sideways-steppin' cockroach

... it sideways stepped its way into my life when I (inadvertently) kicked a hole in the wall, once upon an R.E.M. behavioral disorder episode of acting out.

The bwippzies sideways-steppin' cockroach won my favor over with the novelty of that it was sideways-steppin' its way in to my life, as a hole-in-the-wall (new one) creature.

From Google:

WebMD › Sleep Disorders › Guide

REM Sleep Behavior Disorder Causes - ...

Oct 14, 2017 · In a person with REM sleep behavior disorder (RBD), the paralysis that normally occurs during REM sleep is incomplete or absent, allowing the person to "act out" his or her dreams. RBD is characterized by the acting out of dreams that are vivid, intense, and violent.

Today I served the pigeons Kombucha

Target now has a 48 oz. Kombucha for $7.99, which is a relatively good price.

A 48 oz. GT's Kombucha from Target is very refreshing during exercise to replenish the alkalinity of the body.

 For those who are unfamiliar with the drink, Kombucha is a raw tea, typically, made from a bacterial and yeast mushroom culture, stilled in a tea with flavorings. 

I've notably gotten a refreshing flush of pH cleanse by gulping down some of the drink; and the price of the large bottle at Target attracted me to purchasing it, after some time of doing without. I am going out and jogging more resolutely, lately. 

Sunmaid Raisin Bread? 🍞 mmmm.... with Kombucha? Refreshing. 🦉

The Harbor Transitway at Manchester underpass features an aux hocs-fait-ón-dú flock of pigeons. They are a family, with some new young ones, from recent months!

A view of the underpass, where I get on and off of the Metro bus line (460, 910, 950)

A panorama of the Harbor Transitway at Manchester underpass. There are bird fences for the young in the little lofts by the stairs here. There are several families of pigeons at this location. 

Next item on the list is getting the birds some salt for fortitude and energy. I know they'll enjoy tasting some salty eggs. 

Golden hour at Los Angeles State Historic Park (a photo-blog)

The golden hour, as it is known, is a fortuitous place and time with triangulation in mind, in regards to photography. 

It would appear, and I heard it so, that I just happened to hit upon the golden hour here at Los Angeles State Historic Park, nearby the southernmost building as a photographer, with my new TCL Alcatel LX phone, with an 8 megapixel rear camera. 

I'm definitely pleased with the results. The slim crescent moon is just overhead, around 6:45 pm as I face a tree off to the side of the western edge of DTLA. The sun is 20°-30° over on my right hand side, and it's a mildly warm summer day that started with thick haze, nearly precipitation, but only some barely sprinkles in the air, this morning.  

In imagining how I might [or what I might] like to have within the frame, there ended up being three types of photographs. The first, I had imagined, ought to be a panorama, as a survey of the grounds of the park, with the towering high rise buildings as a focus; the foreground - young trees, lawn and hills, grit dirt winding walking path. Instead, however, I accidentally hit the time lapse button, so I've got a first-off Impressionist rendition a la Claude Monét or Vincent Van Gogh.

A photographic Impressionist image, if I might say so, myself.

The contrast of the setting sun over the hills, with the palm trees, Elysian Park, and some institutional buildings of Chinatown frame the monochromatic