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Surrealest moment of week: reading Emily Nussbaum minutely describing Adventure Time (which she's clearly just discovered). I know present day New Yorker writers don't talk like George Plimpton and wear tweed, surely anyway mostly, but still. I think a lot of it is the typeface, subtly making you feel you're still in Dorothy Parker times.

Not that Parker wouldn't have also loved Adventure Time.