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Sometimes a gal just needs to watch a crafty femme make caramel spiders and chocolate tea sets, and bag a wholesome hot axe murderer. For the umpteenth time. Don't judge me, I'm already judging myself. Some thoughts:

I adore that moment in a Henson production when the actors realize the puppets are emotionally real. They never go back, once that penny drops, and I find that fascinating.
Edgar gives me a very strong Jamie Hyneman vibe.
God I love Rose and her unapologetic libido and her fork hand.
And the crocheted refuse in her dumpster canopy bed.
I like that when Christine cooks an overly elaborate meal for a first date, it's not her aiming to please, it's her being a gracious host and also leading with her weirdness.
Let me show you my ridiculous spread on mismatched mid-century glassware, where a coordinated palette of macarons and a lattice top pie are filler pieces, and you can decide if you can handle this intensity. Do try the cake.
I have no sweet tooth, I can't explain why this is my happy place.
Maybe it's the utter conviction with which she executes these fiddly pieces of edible art, like, it illustrates the value of the creation process itself.

Muppets, and acceptance, and a decent het pairing, and art for its own sake...yeah that's all I got.