This man here is Bob Ross.
He annoyed me almost to a great pleasure. He was this soft spoken, crazy haired guy who hosted The Joy Of Painting on PBS.
For some reason when I channel-surfed by his show I always had to stop. I'm no artist of any kind, though I can appreciate paintings, particularly of the nature variety. Ross would be on TV, speaking so softly as he painted, creating the most ridiculous story as he went along, describing everything as happy and, well, happy.
And of course he would be painting this beautiful picture, only to muck it all up somehow, much to my horror. "We don't make mistakes," he would reassure us. "We just have happy little accidents."
In the end he would always make the oil painting better, but I was still mad at him. That voice, those stories, the paintings, and oh good lord the puffball of hair. It all drove me nuts. But I could never quite get enough of it.
Say what you want about Bob Ross, but I'm pretty sure this man was a stud. The way he handled his easel, you could tell he was all about the ladies. He may come across as granola crunching nature lover, but behind the scenes I bet he was a real playboy. How else can you explain why he was always so happy?
Now this man here is Ron Duguay. He shares a lot in common with Bob Ross.
He too was an artist. He was a fascinating hockey player, at least at times. He saw the clean sheet of ice as his own canvas, and every skate mark was his story. Goals were his art work, his stick was his easel.
And of course you can see the obvious hair comparison. I doubt he was ever soft spoken, but he was always happy. You see, he too was a ladies man if there ever was one. He was an absolute heart throb, and he ended up marrying super model Kim Alexis.
Bob Ross and Ron Duguay: two of the greatest artists of our time.