Anyone who knows me knows that I have possibly less-than-healthy love for the Muppets. When I saw Steve Whitmire (voice of Kermit after Jim Henson’s death) and he pulled out Kermit I broke down in happy tears that I battled for more than an hour. I very vividly remember imagining meeting Kermit or just being in the room with him when I was a kid, and here I was in the room with the frog himself.
Soooo, one of the many research k-holes that I went down when planning my 3 days of wandering around New York had to be The Muppets. I found the brilliant tour of New York on Tough Pigs, but some of it was on the older side so I wasn’t sure what shape some of the locations were in currently. One morning I got up early and took myself on a hike with my Muppet’s playlist, a chocolate croissant, and the sweet, sweet nectar of life that is New York street cart coffee.
Polka dots, Puppets, and cephalopods
I love puppets. I really love puppets.
I grew up completely in love with the Muppets, Muppet Babies, and Fraggle Rock.
I have all of the Muppets and Fraggle Rock (at least that’s been released) on DVD, I have dolls, cosplay Miss Piggy and Red Fraggle. and have an uncle Traveling Matt doll who travels with me.
My love of puppets hit new levels a few years ago when I started attending Dragon Con and participating in the puppetry track, where I have managed to meet (and hug) Red Fraggle, Big Bird, and Brian Henson. While many fandoms have a bad rap for certain members perpetuating the idea of “fake geeks” and subscribing to the idea of “true fans” that have to prove themselves, puppet people do NOT do this. Puppet people are something more like, “You like puppets?! I like puppets! Let’s like puppets together!”