I am halfway considering trying to learn piano -- I used to play guitar, but never got too great at it, and I've always been lousy at music theory and sightreading. But I figure, I can *type* like a mother pheasant plucker, and piano is basically a keyboard with 88 keys representing variations on an eight-letter alphabet. So it'll only be like learning to read and to type Dvorak simultaneously. As Frank Castle says in Garth Ennis's WELCOME HOME, FRANK, "How hard can that be?"
(Then, of course, he falls over with six bullets in his chest.)