Let me sort this out:
Not only is this thing I'm working on a horrendous time sponge, it's weirder than great aunt Nellie in the attic. And the macaroni garlands don't help with that.
But I contend it's remarkable. There will never be anything like it, and that's what counts in my book. Its strangeness isn't ugly, unless your mind is at least as strange.
It's been pointed out that it worked better without the tapeworms (OK, OK, I can't help it), but when I broke the cob, that clean vision was lost, and you know I'm unwilling to let most damage stop me, or carve the cob a second time.
We define our taste through art. Take it or leave it.
I like it.