Yeeeaaah...there's only one limb that seems to exercise independence over here, unfortunately.

Has good muscle memory, though.
I've since resigned myself to the notion that drums are
not for me and should be left to people that are more apt. My son seems to be a bit proficient with them, so if anything I'll live vicariously through him. When I was in college, I actually played in a band for a short while. Played the bass guitar, so I was always trying to keep in rhythm with our drummer, who was a huge muscular Thai dude. Super cool guy. He had a rottweiler/pitbull mix he called Satan. That dog's head was over 12 inches across.
Heheh...randomly battering things. I like that. I'll put that in my bag of quick quips.
Guitar is more my thing. Been playing for awhile, but nothing serious. Just backyard BBQ kind where they ask if I know this song and I say "Oh yeah, I remember that song! Yeah, sorry, no I don't know how to play that." Lol.
I was gonna say...you look absolutely ravishing in that leopard print.

But it appears you're the cheeky barbarian. If I came across you back then I'd probably say"Horatio? More like Horat-nope" and do my best not to make eye contact with you.
I'm not sure I can graduate to full on drums, but lemme tell you: I can do some mean finger-rapping on my steering wheel.