New Year’s Resolutions

[Bammer]

For 2024, I’ll be making resolutions for other people.

[knee tunes]

For 2024, I’ll be making resolutions for other people.

Do resolutions for these people:

1) Argo
3) -_tree
2) Jorge
4) body snatcher
5) trag
6);ruddo
7) washing machine
Joey
9) trag

[Bammer]

Ok will do soon

[tree_]

i am try

1) Argo: Put in moar hours in highly coveted factory work
3) -_tree: make more, better music recordings
2) Jorge: be friendlier and more understanding of fellow, less fortunate human beans
4) body snatcher: snatch bigger, better bodies
5) trag: be smarter and make less spelling and punctuation errors
6);ruddo: enjoy life more
7) washing machine: free solo el capitan
8) Joey: Star in a broadway production of Barbie

[Jorge]

I'm probably the friendliest person on the board

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Die

[tree_]

I'm probably the friendliest person on the board

To human beans though?

[Bammer]

1) Argo - Put on a few lbs
2) -_tree - Pick a posting schtick and stick to it
3) Jorge - post at least 33% of the time in Spanish
4) body snatcher - move back to the PNW
5) trag - find a good ramen recipe
6) ruddo - top that picture of the women cooking in the woods
7) washing machine - moar posting
8) Joey - maybe not so self-indulged all the time, there are other people here ya know
9) trag - again?

[Ello Sailor]

Jorge, Trag and Ruddo get fun ones while Argo gets body shamed? Damn, dude.

[Bammer]

lbs stands for lightning bolts

As in, put a few lighting bolt decals on the cars you are building in your new factory job

Let everyone know you’re in the Jamily

Obviously

[VinylGuy]

Argo is by far the sexiest guy in RM, so if he gets a little body shame its ok.

Its similar to when someone says ¨Ryan Gosling is too handsome or something for that role¨

[tommy]

8) Joey - maybe not so self-indulged all the time, there are other people here ya know

This would actually be better advice for you - the leading purveyor of bad pearl jam puns.

[Bammer]

8) Joey - maybe not so self-indulged all the time, there are other people here ya know

This would actually be better advice for you - the leading purveyor of bad pearl jam puns.

Just Bammin’ around, my dude.

[tommy]

Become a better person, mentally and phisically, learning a bunch of new skills, developing my body to be stronger and flexible than ever, and buying a new appartment is a must this year too.

Do you really intend on buying an apartment? What's the market like for apartments?

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[96583UP]

going to try to do less screen / phone time

also try to enjoy in-person human interactions more, with humans i trust

[lennytheweedwhacker]

who cares

[Dev]

1 get money
2 fuck moar bitches
3 become a mod
4 become a millionaire

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

1 get money
2 fuck moar bitches
3 become a mod
4 become a millionaire

nah bro you got to try the ruddo model:

(R)etire from modding
(U)nretire
(D)elete GD
(D)eny mod powers
(O)oze masculinity

*system