Summer hours have officially started. Fiscal years are wrapping up, plenty of PTO is being burned and a lot of people are just running out the clock until the bonus checks clear.
Not me. Not at the MMPD. I promise to deliver this hot content, even if I do forget to do it until 10:48 p.m. after finally finishing Stranger Things 4 (amazing. Go watch it).
So show me the same level of commitment I show you, dear reader. Toss me a like, share this with a friend, subscribe if you haven’t already.
Now that that’s out of the way, here we go.
“Get Shit Done” Playlist of the Week
Blade Runner OST. Enjoy. RIP Vangelis.
Netflix Recommendation of the Week
Between ruining your stock portfolio and publishing yet another 26-episode ESG-compliant drama about ethnically diverse, gay, teenage werewolves, Netflix has actually managed to put out some incredible content this past month.
“Stranger Things” found its fastball again this season. I will double down on my recommendation from last week after finishing the finale. A great first half of the season. Can’t wait for July 1.
Adam Sandler is actually making good movies on Netflix. Watched “Hustle” on Sunday night and it was super fun. Super predictable, but just an overall feel-good funny flick that definitely got its money’s worth from an NBA license. I’m not even the biggest NBA fan and I found myself engaged with the story. Excellent cameos and great basketball action. Good stuff.
Recipe of the Week
My Mom’s Spaghetti and Meatballs
If I was going to be subjected to a dystopian future where I was put onto universal basic income, forced to live in a pod, spend all day in a VR headset and eat flavored bug-soy paste, I’d spend every day craving my mother’s spaghetti and meatballs. I swear it’s the best thing in the world. Turns out there’s not much to it, so I figured I’d share here.
Meatballs
1 lb of 80/20 ground beef
1 lb of Italian sausage
4 cloves of garlic, chopped
1 tbsp of Italian seasoning
Salt and pepper
Sauce
Get a bottle of sauce from the grocery store. My picky ass always asked for Cascone’s, but I’m sure Prego is just fine. Ragu is total trash. Never buy Ragu. Even if there’s a fire.
Bake the meatballs the night before (20 minutes at 400 degrees). Rest them in the fridge overnight. Put them in a crockpot or on the stove, top with entire jar of sauce, add a tablespoon of sugar, cover and simmer on low until you’re ready to eat. Serve with garlic bread and salad.
Zillow House That Would Financially Ruin Me of the Week
3232 E Windsor Ave, Kansas City, MO 64123
Price tag: $560,000
Beds: 3
Baths: 3
Sq. footage: 2,759
Stunning, and I do mean stunning, Kansas City art deco on display here. It’s located in the Historic Northeast neighborhood of KC, which to an outsider may sound like a very prestigious historically significant neighborhood. It has the name “historic” in it. If you’re a KC local, you know that this is a historic neighborhood where you might end up getting historically shot in the face or historically carjacked at gunpoint.
That’s just life in the big city.
Nonetheless, this place is a stunner and the historic northeast is experiencing somewhat of a renaissance here in KC. This place has more character packed into it than an Aaron Sorkin pilot.
Pride Tip of the Month
Just treat LGBTQ people like everyone else in every circumstance and give them your support. That’s really all they’ve wanted their entire life. Big fans of the gays. Happy Pride.
To every mega corporation trying to cash in, please…
I really enjoy being lectured by Postmates on what constitutes a “bottom friendly” diet. Interestingly enough, the LGBTQ community’s interests and contributions to society do, in fact, extend beyond anal sex. But I don’t think anyone is taking their sexual health into consideration while ordering $30 worth of Wendy’s at 11 a.m. on a Sunday. There is quite literally nothing that makes me want to have sex less than whatever lukewarm food I regrettably have delivered to my front door while in the throes of a wicked hangover.
I didn’t become an Ally because I wanted to buy a $35 t-shirt with pronouns on it and share condescending infographics on my Instagram story. I became an Ally so I could see my brother get married to someone he loves and not be fired from his job because of it.
Just a little reminder about what used to be at stake.
That’s it for this week. Go get ‘em.
The Postmates bit on its own deserves a damn Pulitzer Prize
Another great read. Thanks for making monday mornings better, Brian.