:-) yeah well sorta. It made sense at the time (and still does in my isolated universe). I see connections between everything when I'm in that sort of mood. I'm an historical swordsmith you see. And I'm interested in the early origins of iron making. So.. I've taught myself to make my own iron using Celtic technology (i.e. clay furnaces, charcoal, etc). Well I noticed that the clay became a sort of pottery of when exposed to the high heat.. and the slags became a sort of glaze. And the ores I was using were similar to what the Japanese use to make glazes as well. So... I rallied all the local potters, asked tons of questions, hunted them down, drove them crazy, built several kilns, made a bunch of pottery using nothing but the resources derived from my iron making. I saw a new path... pottery, swords.. all from local rocks. I tried to get everybody involved.. I wanted a weekend where we made glass, iron, pottery all from a single smelt. Nobody was on board. I thought they were all boring and narrow minded. This was all in the space of about a month in a half. I spent crap loads of money (relatively), hid most of it from my wife (who wondered where my new little coffee cups were coming from), completely set aside paying commissions. In the end I had several cool but poorly made pots and cups, a very frustrated wife and crash into a depression, hospital etc. Quite a summer. I still drink tea from the one cup that was actually good.
So yeah.. I sort of became a potter. The nice thing is that I know how to do it now.. and if I ever want to make a random pot I can.

(edit: by the way.. I also look back it as being pretty funny.. so don't feel bad. In some ways it has been the best thing for me.. because it led to my diagnosis and some stability)