Things are getting persnickety around here. Let’s try and decompress. After all, we are the calm and sensible one’s on C&F. :roll:
So if anybody has a grudge over a bad flute deal, your PVC is poisonous or your tonewoods have fungus, air out your dirty laundry here.
My dirty laundry is Tipple flutes. Nothing personal against you or your product, Doug. I’m happy for you that folks are exciteded about your flutes. It’s just like when you hear a good song on the radio and then the station plays it 100 times a day and then it seems like everybody around you is humming that song… That’s all.
My dirty laundry: I don’t have a flute, and listening to all you people wax poetic about them really makes me angry. Didn’t your teachers explain that you shouldn’t eat candy in class unless you bring enough for everyone?
You can always pick up a Tipple. $50 and they’re wonderful!
Sorry, I couldn’t resist.
I haven’t been here long enough to be privy to infighting and feuds, but my personal irk (totally out of line with the intent of this thread) is that my avatar looks androgenous. I’m a woman, daggone it, and I have wants and needs!
Wow, sorry again. So that’s it. An androgenous userpic. Every other picture I could find of myself made me look drunk.
I grew up in a household with a perfectionistic, obsessive compulsive parent, and my life as an adult has been to rebel against the conditions of my childhood. A little bit of disorder and chaos are refreshing to me. With regard to C & F, I don’t think that the threads need to be “pure”, void of any tangential meanderings that often lead to interesting places that you wouldn’t have otherwise guessed. I have learned a lot from such threads. And there is often a lot of humor involved, which I appreciate. I don’t much care for hostile comments, but I can overlook that. I do have some problems, however, with people that remind me of my parent, who themselves have control issues and are admonishing me to stay focused and on task. The freedom to step off the path and investigate something corollary is important.
My dirty laundry is that my neighbours hate my flute playing, think I am a terrible flute player, hate all my tunes, are bored of all my tunes, spot every mistake and hate ITM and think I am doing it to torture their dog and that they beat their children in frustration cos I won’t stop playing A STOR MA CHROI till I get it right which will be never because I’m too paranoid about my neighbours listening to me practice
Hey I feel a heap better - this thread was a great idea!
Hate is too strong a word. Sorry. I lost control of myself.
I dislike the unapproachibility and stuffiness of this forum, if it weren’t for which I’d be asking inane beginner questions, and it irks me that I’m too wuss to ask them anyway.
Hey Julia C., you should move to the States, buy a gun, and threaten your neighbors. Just kidding. May be you could find some more annoying music, Wayne Newton maybe, and then they’d appreciate your ITM flute playing more.
My dirty laundry is overflowing from my hamper. Seriously, mine is selling a good flute cause it hurt to play. I’d vowed never to sell an instrument again in the event I’d be able to go back to it again someday. Oh well. Fortunately its new owner is enjoying it quite a bit so that’s a good thing.
Hey Julia C., you should move to the States, buy a gun, and threaten your neighbors. Just kidding. May be you could find some more annoying music, Wayne Newton maybe, and then they’d appreciate your ITM flute playing more.
My washing-machine transmission almost caught on fire last Tuesday – the night after my car got totaled, the second wreck in four months – so then I had to go out and cough up lots of money (there go three keys for the Murray) for a new washer which won’t arrive 'til tomorrow. I guess at least now I’ll have clean pillowcases to cry myself to sleep on, especially since my beloved told me he “needed some space” on Thursday (he lives an hour away and I only see him weekends, what more does he want?).
Oh, wait. I should have posted this in the sob-story thread.
(But there are heaps and heaps of dirty laundry involved, too!)
P.S. And the car? Well, it’s a good thing I’m so low on the Olwell list!
