Re: define irony...
Posted: Fri Dec 17, 2010 2:23 pm
In response to recovering_fan:
OK, I know that my comment about Wibberely playing on the linoleum, that it was stupid. But I only meant in as a harmless joke, and everybody else here seems to be more upset over it than Wibberely himself.
Anyway . . .
When it was mentioned that Wibberely plays the piano, well, it reminded me of when I use to play the guitar.
Notice I said "use to" because I can't anymore.
I had mentioned before in another topic that back in 2001 my left wrist was fractured so now, my left hand is crippled up.
Please recovering_fan, and everybody else here, please go back to the first page of this topic and scroll up to my first post in this topic. It's the third one down from the top.
I talk about how I spent the better part of 4 years taking care of someone who was recovering from a stroke, his first one back in march of 1997 and his second stroke back in 2001, and how he suffered memory loss, became paranoid and delusional and even violent. After his second stroke, he became a real tyrant, and I was unable to get any help from anyone out there.
Then one evening he attacked me with a machete, and fractured my left wrist. I spent three days in the hospital and he was hauled off to the slammer for nine months.
But now, my left hand is all crippled up.
I can't pay the guitar anymore. I can't even do much writing except to sign my signature and that's it. And I use to do oil paintings, but I can't do that any more.
So, it's just one more thing taken away from me.
Since I can't play the guitar anymore, I guess I'll just have to play on the linoleum!
Anyway, please read my first post near the top, the third one down from the top on the first page of this topic.
OK, I know that my comment about Wibberely playing on the linoleum, that it was stupid. But I only meant in as a harmless joke, and everybody else here seems to be more upset over it than Wibberely himself.
Anyway . . .
When it was mentioned that Wibberely plays the piano, well, it reminded me of when I use to play the guitar.
Notice I said "use to" because I can't anymore.
I had mentioned before in another topic that back in 2001 my left wrist was fractured so now, my left hand is crippled up.
Please recovering_fan, and everybody else here, please go back to the first page of this topic and scroll up to my first post in this topic. It's the third one down from the top.
I talk about how I spent the better part of 4 years taking care of someone who was recovering from a stroke, his first one back in march of 1997 and his second stroke back in 2001, and how he suffered memory loss, became paranoid and delusional and even violent. After his second stroke, he became a real tyrant, and I was unable to get any help from anyone out there.
Then one evening he attacked me with a machete, and fractured my left wrist. I spent three days in the hospital and he was hauled off to the slammer for nine months.
But now, my left hand is all crippled up.
I can't pay the guitar anymore. I can't even do much writing except to sign my signature and that's it. And I use to do oil paintings, but I can't do that any more.
So, it's just one more thing taken away from me.
Since I can't play the guitar anymore, I guess I'll just have to play on the linoleum!
Anyway, please read my first post near the top, the third one down from the top on the first page of this topic.