Phat Cow as Bob Ross/William Alexander <-never gets the respect William deserves. Setting this straight by handing it over to Phat Cow. Booya
Heavens, friends, you know what kind of potential we have here, don’t you? A British Bob Ross with a Goth twist. “And ‘ovah theah is thee… ahh.. that’s the almoighty mountaign innit. We’ll just get that covered wif ten——tack——cullzzz…” leans back, tilts head, nods. “This one’s good. Yeh. Yeh. ‘Appy Cthulhu theah, ollways good to keep ‘im ‘appy, ‘at Cthulhu, cuz he can roar up a treat when ‘e’s been knockin em back don’ he. “
The painting emerges, tho nobody watching can glean exactly HOW, a masterpiece of Caravaggian light against dark, parody against terror-dy, almighty mountain and a noctopus slithering about it.
Your slot next week will draw a Nielsen rating of Point 984245. The highest score since the Moon Landing. At least, that’s what the guys are saying. Oh! And Your agent, Murray Sline? Yeh, he called. He says, and I will quote to you in his trademark Durante affectation: “Sista balieve you me, a talent like dat, ya gonna be a stah!!”
You make a note to puzzle this later, as this agent *used* to be a college kid from Dublin, who resembled this fellow only when the light shifted. You regard them the one by the next, taking all the time in the world. Chairs scrape back; glasses are poured; Craft Services carts wheeled in. Oh, Mahvelous, thinks Lilith, a show business meeting, this will be drivel. Let’s get on and over it. Perhaps this lunch’s chicken salad won’t be drowning in the hummus aioli same as last month’s. Minor eye roll, concealed behind the vintage glasses. #PhatCowChronicles @PhatCowChronicles
Empress of Cloth
Phat Cow as Bob Ross/William Alexander <-never gets the respect William deserves. Setting this straight by handing it over to Phat Cow. Booya
Heavens, friends, you know what kind of potential we have here, don’t you? A British Bob Ross with a Goth twist. “And ‘ovah theah is thee… ahh.. that’s the almoighty mountaign innit. We’ll just get that covered wif ten——tack——cullzzz…” leans back, tilts head, nods. “This one’s good. Yeh. Yeh. ‘Appy Cthulhu theah, ollways good to keep ‘im ‘appy, ‘at Cthulhu, cuz he can roar up a treat when ‘e’s been knockin em back don’ he. “
The painting emerges, tho nobody watching can glean exactly HOW, a masterpiece of Caravaggian light against dark, parody against terror-dy, almighty mountain and a noctopus slithering about it.
Your slot next week will draw a Nielsen rating of Point 984245. The highest score since the Moon Landing. At least, that’s what the guys are saying. Oh! And
Your agent, Murray Sline? Yeh, he called. He says, and I will quote to you in his trademark Durante affectation: “Sista balieve you me, a talent like dat, ya gonna be a stah!!”
You make a note to puzzle this later, as this agent *used* to be a college kid from Dublin, who resembled this fellow only when the light shifted.
You regard them the one by the next, taking all the time in the world. Chairs scrape back; glasses are poured; Craft Services carts wheeled in.
Oh, Mahvelous, thinks Lilith, a show business meeting, this will be drivel. Let’s get on and over it. Perhaps this lunch’s chicken salad won’t be drowning in the hummus aioli same as last month’s. Minor eye roll, concealed behind the vintage glasses.
#PhatCowChronicles
@PhatCowChronicles
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