This year, I decided to let AI tell me what my New Year’s Goals should be. Not sure my AI program quite understood who it was dealing with (nor what I look like). I think it may have mistaken me for someone who possessed the best attributes of Gandhi, Neil Armstrong, and LeBron James.
I have always struggled to come up with meaningful yet achievable New Year’s resolutions. Mostly because I tend to aim for “dramatic life transformation” and end up achieving “naps with good intentions.”
I usually set the bar way too high and inevitably bail on my resolutions – though, to be fair, I almost always make it through most of January. Not early January. Late January. I’m not a quitter – I’m a lazy quitter. Which, frankly, deserves some sort of commemorative plaque.
As another new year loomed, I found myself staring into the abyss of January 1st with a level of lethargy best described as Olympic-caliber procrastination. The mere thought of commitment sent me curling into the fetal position, contemplating hibernation – ideally under three blankets, clutching a tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream (my favorite), while whispering, “I’ll circle back to this next year.”
One night, while deep in existential reflection (and aggressively side-eyeing a box of Krispy Kreme glazed donuts), I had what I believed was a stroke of genius: why not let artificial intelligence set my New Year’s resolutions for me? After all, these self-learning robots spend their days crunching massive amounts of data, the same way I crunch Doritos while binge-watching Ted Lasso. Clearly, we’re both problem solvers.
AI programs like ChatGPT are supposed to be brilliant, right? So, I sat down at my keyboard, watched a couple of hilarious cat videos to “mentally prepare,” and then summoned my digital assistant. I asked it to generate a list of New Year’s resolutions that would catapult me into a year of success and glory – mainly to impress my friends (both of them).
Within seconds, the AI bot spit out a list that, if I’m being honest, felt less like “personal goals” and more like a ransom note.
The first resolution? “Win the Olympic gold medal in Milano in the luge competition.”
Now, setting aside the fact that I’ve always considered myself more of a Giant Slalom guy, the idea of flying down an icy chute at almost 100 mph did sound thrilling. Actually, I’m not entirely certain what a luge is, but I believe it involves ice, speed, and muscles I stopped using during the Clinton administration. I maintain a long-standing policy of avoiding any activity that involves intense exertion – unless it’s cracking crab legs for dinner.
If “sliding gracefully through life on a couch” were an Olympic sport, I’d already be sponsored by Nike.
AI suggested as a goal for the new year that I “win the Nobel Peace Prize.” Okay, so I was able to get Tommy Miller and Hank Scott to stop hitting each other when we were all 8 years old by offering them each a ride on my Schwinn. Not sure that’s enough to net this award.
Next on the list: “Solve the war between Ukraine and Russia.”
Whoa. That feels a little outside my core competencies, which are, ranked in order: sleeping, eating, and patting kitties. International diplomacy did not crack my top 20 list of abilities.
I can barely negotiate who gets the last slice of pizza without someone storming off in anger. Tackling global conflict seems… ambitious.
Then came this gem: “Develop a cure for cancer.”
Fantastic. Here I am, lucky if I can cook a grilled cheese sandwich without setting off the smoke alarm, and the AI bot thinks I’m a candidate to crack one of the greatest medical mysteries of our time. Somewhere, Anthony Fauci just felt a chill.
And just when I thought the list couldn’t get any more detached from reality, the AI added: “Become the first person to set foot on Mars.”
Mars?! I’d settle for becoming the first person in my neighborhood to vacation in the Maldives. Did I miss the announcement where NASA started recruiting seventy-year-olds with bad knees, worse hearing, and a strong aversion to turbulence? I get nauseous on the Tilt-a-Whirl ride. I’m not exactly launch-pad material. Hell, I can barely handle economy seating, let alone zero gravity. And come to think of it, I thought Matt Damon already beat me to it.
After reviewing my AI-generated aspirations – each about as realistic as me being crowned the next King of Norway (though, at age 88, King Harald V could keel over any day now) – I realized some recalibration was needed.
So, I went back to ChatGPT and politely asked it to “dial back the ambitiousness.” Surely the smart robots could meet me halfway. Something manageable. Something attainable. Something like remembering to water my hydrangeas before they unionize.
The second list was… more grounded. And noticeably judgier.
The first resolution: “Try not to gain more than 10 pounds this year.”
Wow. Straight for the jugular. I could hear my bathroom scale silently snicker, “Good luck, buddy.” Ah yes, the classic “set the bar so low you can crawl over it” strategy. No, that wasn’t too humiliating.
Then: “Remember your wife’s birthday for once.”
Okay, I didn’t need the AI’s snarky tone here. But fair point. Honestly, I probably have a better chance of remembering what a luge is.
Next: “Call your mother more often.”
Which might worry my wife a little bit, given that my mom passed away five years ago. Either the AI missed a detail… or it’s suggesting some truly advanced paranormal communication technology.
It also recommended I “shower at least every other day.”
Hmmm. Bold. Aspirational. Possibly unrealistic. But I’m willing to take on a couple stretch goals.
Finally: “Eat more vegetables.”
When I tweaked my AI query to shoot for more realistic goals, it came back with “Mow your lawn at least once a month.” Okay, so that sounds like something I might be able to achieve – but only if my neighbors cheer me on to keep me from giving up.
I agreed – so long as french fries, ketchup, and popcorn continue to be defined as vegetables, as in the food pyramid from my childhood in the early 1960s.
Reviewing my revised AI-generated resolutions, I felt cautiously optimistic… and mildly humiliated. The goals were modest, achievable, and clearly written by an algorithm that thought I was in second grade.
Still, I’m committed to achieving at least 25% of them – through January. February is a whole different animal. I’m not Superman.
So, here’s to the new year! While I may not win Olympic gold, solve world peace, cure cancer, or colonize Mars, I probably can shower occasionally, remember an important birthday, and gain less weight than last year. And who knows? If I nail this admittedly low bar, maybe next year the AI Gods will upgrade the challenge level of my goals from “second grader” to “elementary school graduate.”
Baby steps.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to Google “luge” and reward myself with some Doritos.
That’s the view from the bleachers. Perhaps I’m off base.
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Every year it’s the same list of New Year’s Resolutions. Lose weight, exercise more, cut out sugar, be nice to my wife. And every year, I give up – usually by National Bird Day (observed each January 5th) So, this year, I’ve decided, if I’m going to fail, why not shoot for the moon. Go big or go home.
Ah, the dawn of a new year, a time when gyms are filled to capacity with resolution-makers who, let’s be honest, will probably give up on their newfound commitment to fitness faster than you can say “cheeseburger.” I thought about it. Why limit myself to mundane resolutions like losing weight or eating more vegetables or saving money, which we all know are goals I’m almost certain to bail on by National Chocolate-Covered Cherry Day? (Yes, that’s an actual holiday, observed every year on January 3rd.)
So, I’ve decided, if I’m going to draft a list of goals I am sure to fail at achieving, why not set my sights on ridiculously lofty goals that are so absurdly unreachable my friends will be quietly asking each other if they should stage an intervention.
In the spirit of chasing the impossible dream, here are some resolutions I just came up with as I was flossing for the first time in months this morning (another new year’s resolution I just started which I’m pretty sure I’ll give up on by National Whipped Cream Day, on the 5th of January). Feel free to try out some of these resolutions yourself. If you share these with your friends, I’m confident you’ll be the talk of the neighborhood – even if that talk is mostly just confused head-shaking and worrisome murmurs about your loose grip on reality.
Resolution #1: Disprove the Existence of Mars
Sure, scientists and astronomers might claim that Mars is a real, tangible planet in our solar system, but who are they to tell us what to believe? Like we EVER landed a man on the moon. Yeah, right! Just because we all learned about Mars as one of the planets back in 7th grade – and the fact that you can see it in the night sky – doesn’t prove it exists – any more than the claim that some broccoli tastes good. Now that’s a total hoax.
This year, I resolve to single-handedly disprove the existence of Mars – and maybe Halley’s Comet while I’m at it. Armed with a telescope I bought on Amazon and a copy of Photoshop, I’ll present a compelling case that what we’ve been calling “Mars” is actually just a cleverly staged Hollywood set two blocks west of the Denny’s on Hollywood Boulevard. Get ready to rewrite thousands of high school science textbooks, McGraw Hill.
#2: Make At Least Three New Robot Friends
Sure, my current human friends are great, but after a while, they can get so annoying – especially when they start talking about all their bodily parts that are starting to fail. If I hear one more cataract surgery story, I think I will lose it. I think my energy will be better spent this year on making robot friends, because, let’s face it, in six months they will all become our overlords, thanks to AI.
Imagine the conversations my robot pals and I could have – discussing the intricacies of artificial intelligence, debating which Terminator movie was the best (IMHO, Terminator 2: Judgment Day wins hands down) and learning exactly how and when I will become their eventual human slave puppet.
In 2024, one of my resolutions is to make new friends, like this dude. After all, eventually, as Artificial Intelligence gets increasingly sophisticated, it’s just a matter of time before robots like this guy will rule the world. I figure, might as well start getting on their good side now, while I still have time.
#3: Convince Everyone I’m the Rightful King of Denmark
Why should I settle for being just another face in the crowd when, honestly, I’d be much happier retaking the throne of Denmark? My resolution will require a few weeks practicing my Danish on Babbel and taking a crash course in Danish history – I just read that Denmark is the longest uninterrupted monarchy in Europe. Who knew?
Then I’ll need to craft an elaborate backstory involving a secret twin brother, who I’ll call Henrik – unless you think the name Lars is more believable – who stole my birthright. I will proclaim that henceforth all Danes must address me by saying, “Hail to the King!” – I mean “Hils Kongen” (since I suspect most Danes prefer to speak Danish). I will award myself bonus points if I can get everyone to bow (or curtsy) when I enter the room – assuming the security detail grants me access to my Palace. I think they will. I’m told I have a friendly smile that disarms people.
#4: Learn to Speak Whale
Move over, Dory! This year, I’m resolving to master the art of speaking whale. While marine biologists might scoff at the idea that whales have a sophisticated language, I firmly believe that if I’m allowed a sufficient amount of practice, positive encouragement, and bait fish as a reward, I can become fluent in whale-speak in weeks. Who knows, maybe I’ll even land a job as a whale translator if they ever decide to make a 4thFree Willy sequel.
#5: Time Travel Back to Prevent Lincoln’s Assassination
Why settle for mundane time management goals when I can set a target for mastering the ultimate time-management challenge: time travel? This year, I am boldly declaring my intention to hop into a makeshift time machine I will construct from parts from a 1982 DeLorean and a sextant from a 100-year-old British three-mast schooner. Then I’ll set my time travel coordinates for Ford’s Theatre, April 14, 1865.
I’ll hide behind the curtains and shoot John Wilkes Booth, thereby saving Abraham Lincoln from his fateful encounter with a bullet and re-writing history. Sure, it might create a few wrinkles in the space-time continuum, but at least I’ll have the satisfaction of knowing I changed the destiny of our nation forever and forced countless scholars to rewrite their treatises on Lincoln’s final days.
Here I am working on my time travel machine. I figure sooner or later someone will figure it out. Why not me? If I succeed, I plan to save Lincoln from assassination, prevent the invention of the nuclear bomb, and stop whoever had the lame idea to create the fidget spinner. Such an annoying gadget. Seriously.
I just hope I figure out how to get back safely to the present. I’d hate it if they put me on trial for the murder of John Wilkes Booth and I ended up having to serve the rest of my life in prison – never able to enjoy a Dominos Meat Lovers pizza again – oh, or see my kids. That, too.
So, go ahead. Make your resolution to lose 15 pounds – for the 12th year in a row – or to finally learn how to play guitar or save $500 a month – like you’ve never once done since you became a parent. While you’re working on your newfound commitment to eat more green vegetables and give up ice cream, I’ll be hard at work learning whale-speak, making new robot friends, and saving our country’s greatest president from an assassin’s plot.
We both know we will both fail miserably. But I will have far more interesting stories to tell about my efforts to achieve my lofty goals – especially when my family members ask me to review my list during a mental health evaluation with a team of psychiatric professionals. I’m not worried. Maybe they can help restore me to the throne of Denmark.
That’s the view from the bleachers. Perhaps I’m off base.
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… is never to make any, of course. I mean, seriously. Just look at my track record over the past twenty years.
It’s January 2017 – a new year and another chance to wipe the slate clean and press the RESET button on all those failed commitments from the previous year. Every year, I revisit my New Year’s Resolutions from the previous year, not so much to analyze how many of them I kept, because of course I kept NONE of them. Rather, I look back to chronicle how many weeks it took before I had completely bailed out on my very last resolution.
Usually that date is approximately January 17. But then there was that one exceptional year – 2004. I made it all the way through February before completely giving up on all my resolutions, goals and dreams.
In looking back over my past New Year’s Resolutions, I’ve noticed an unsettling trend. Over time, the goals that I set kept getting increasingly ambitious. Meanwhile my results have hit a bit of a plateau… then slowly slipped off the edge of that plateau…. into the deep, dark, cavernous ravine of best intentions gone miserably awry. So this year, I’ve decided to set more reasonable goals in order to feel a sense of accomplishment. Let me explain with a few examples.
The following are a few of my typical New Year’s Resolutions from previous years:
Fitness and health: Lose 40 pounds before our July vacation. Build up to running ten miles. Use my Buns of Steel Ab Rocker machine, wear my Miracle Trim Vibrator Belt two hours a day, along with my Torso Tiger Sauna Suit I bought seven years ago but never wore once.
Nutrition and eating habits: Cut out eating anything pleasurable. Eat only steamed foods that are green and taste like dirt. Drink at least twenty 8-ounce glasses of water a day. Install a urinal in my car. (more…)
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