The WSJ has a front page story today on Bob Ross, the inimitable host of The Joy of Painting, and the worldwide fame and fortune spawned by his special brand of dialogue and hairstyle. Alas, it is not available on-line without a subscription. He's apparently huge in Europe. Like, bigger than Hasselhoff ever was (and that's saying something). The piece also talks about "the Bob Ross coma," which about 75% of his viewers experienced: see, only about 25% of the people watching actually painted along with Bob; the rest just watched and listened to Bob's soothing intonations.
Admittedly, I enjoyed many a Bob Ross coma during high school, college and law school. No matter what else was going on, Bob always soothed me. Right up until the part where he'd ruin whatever he was painting by putting some big-ass "happy tree" or group of "happy little bushes" right in the foreground, cluttering up the whole landscape. That always made me crazy.