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As a subscriber to THE New Yorker (via Kindle), and a Wholphin subscriber, and a hitRECord family band member, this just ruffled all of my molecules, like when you let your beams cross in Ghostbusters, or when you let your pretend beams cross when you’re hiding from zombies in Bill Murray’s home in Zombieland. Man I loved Zombieland. Umm… what was I talking about? I dug Sparks. Some of the choices reminded me of Death to the Tin Man. I wasn’t expecting that. | |||||||||||