Let's make those birds now

or let's make those birds meow

When I was a teen I used to nap.

Typically this would take place on in the afternoon.

I would be on the couch.

The television would be on channel 4, PBS.

On the tee vee?

Bob.

With his light voice, mic’ed up canvas and his happy little clouds.

I do not know anything on this earth more soothing than listening to that man paint.

I don’t look for or listen to meditation podcasts or things like that. I’m not much of a meditate type. Why meditate when there’s Bob Ross?

His words soothed me and continue to do so:

Ever make mistakes in life? Let's make them birds. Yeah, they're birds now.

That’s right baby! All of the typos there in the Foolsletter? Those are Bob Ross birds bipity boop boo!

In meeting with the editor, we’ve been discussing which typos ended up working and enhanced the meaning beyond my intention. We’re going to try to make those into happy little birds, flying through puffy little clouds. And then, there other places where I’ve basically butchered the language or was simply not of sound…