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Here’s your SWEETIE Weekly, with my best and worst and nothing in between.
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The King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters (2007)
I saw this a couple of months ago, and even as someone who couldn’t care less about arcade gaming, this movie still crosses my mind.
Directed by Seth Gordon, The King of Kong lives in the realm of American Movie or Overnight, the kinds of documentaries that uncover and expose an extremely specific subset of weird guys — brash American men that seem more like Christopher Guest characters than real people.
This is a fascinating study in obsession, legacy, desperation, status and nerd-on-nerd bullying. It has a series of turns so purely malevolent I could barely believe what I was watching. I was truly on the edge of my seat one moment, on the verge of tears the next. Look at those nerds go!!!
Dirty iced chai lattes with oat milk and whipped cream
If this doesn’t appeal to you I’m sorry but your life is joyless and the indelible spoils of this earth will never truly please you. I like to drink it normal most of the way and then mix the whipped cream in right before the end.
Cycling in a park at sunset
Just found out about this. Wow.
I’ve always been deathly scared of cycling in cities, mostly because Australians are so insanely hostile to cyclists, but also because I have a weird feeling that I look like the Wicked Witch of the West when I’m pedalling. Not anymore.
In the safe enclave of a leafy park, I decided with only mild embarrassment to give cycling another go. It’s kind of easy, too, you just obtain a bike (I used a Lime Bike) and then sit on the seat and push the pedals with your feet to go forward!
I recommend listening to the Beach Boys, then stopping by a body of water to drink exactly one beer as the sun sets.
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The Don’t Worry Darling discourse
I know I literally just spoke about Harry Styles last week, but I think we’ve all had enough fun now, haven’t we? After the thrilling heights of the spit, it all got a bit old, a bit bland, a bit forced.
Nevertheless, I foresee a six-part Wondery podcast being peddled about the saga within the next 18 months. I will listen to it only if it’s hosted by Casey Wilson.
God, Olivia Wilde’s PR team must be eternally grateful for the… other… major news story of the week.
Pompeii by Bastille
I have hated this song for nine long years already, and my distaste for it only grows stronger. It’s utterly unbelievable how this song refuses to go gently into that good night.
It’s also inescapable. It’s everywhere. I’m convinced you could be on North Sentinel Island and this song would somehow be playing from a light-up rainbow JBL.
I don’t know how to explain it, but this song sounds how this looks.
Carrying coins
There is something so undignified about paying for things in cash, I’m sorry to say. Rummaging around my purse for coins makes me feel like a little rat digging for scraps. Having to count out loud as you pile multiple coins into your sweaty palm, and then pouring those warm coins into a stranger’s hand? YUCK.
I have goosebumps just thinking about it. I’d rather face a firing squad than have to ever do that again.
Love youse xx
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