Behold! A list of pretty good stuff from February of 2023 that you almost certainly missed! All shall kneel before the Filter and despair!
Stuck in the Filter
Stuck in the Filter – October’s Angry Misses
“A bit of business before we get dirty. This, October’s Filter, will be the final Filter published in 2022. It will be this way because the staff and editors are on triple-time putting together TYMHM posts, List articles, and Roundup compilations for your sorry behinds. As such, we hardly ever get any extra listening time for things that aren’t official promos or year-end list candidates. That being said, we’ll rev back up in January with a dual-month Filter that will cover November and December entries from those who cheat time during the next two months.” Season’s scrubbings!
Stuck in the Filter – September’s Angry Misses
“September’s Filter is extra late. It’s extra late for a wide array of reasons, not the least of which involved this sponge working long hours several weeks on end, the looming threat of list season, and a flu scare. But I refuse to let my “colleagues” sit idly by and skimp out on getting my Filter cleaned out. So, I chased them all over the AMG campus until they submitted—or suffered.” Suffer the Filters.
Stuck in the Filter – August’s Angry Misses
“Leaf-looker season rapidly approaches. It’s time to batten down the hatches, get your grandparents’ affairs in order, take all of the money out of your bank accounts and stuff the cash in your mattresses, and buy six different kinds of shotgun with enough ammo to fill your entire Volvo station wagon. And, of course, we can’t forget to give the filter an extra deep clean as the constant tourist traffic whips dirt and grime into the air and into our precious filtration system.” Clogged gutters and Filter clutters.
Stuck in the Filter – July’s Angry Misses
“It’s fucking hot as balls outside. Sweat pours from every pore. The scent of hard work and filth emanates from my flesh, despite only just arriving at the exterior ingress point of our HQ’s needy filtration system. I can feel the scalding metal of the grate threatening to blister my fingers before I even touch it.” Hot 4 Filter.
Stuck in the Filter – June’s Angry Misses
“Another month, another filter to scrape clean. We really should invest in a better air filtration system, or we should fire Holdeneye and Steel Druhm. Those two beefy hairballs of sweat and questionable odors really clog things up around here. But I digress…” Overlooked platters and mysterious splatters.
Stuck in the Filter – May’s Angry Misses
“As the school year wraps up and I enter the odd throwback of what those in academia often refer to as summer “break,” you would assume that I’d have a ton more time to sift through the disgusting Filter at AMG HQ. But no. Because the world is a fuck, as are all of the people in it except for me and maybe Dr. A.N. Grier, I’m elbow deep in a moldy, claustrophobic trap named boredom.” Free time means better filter scrubbing.
Stuck in the Filter – April’s Angry Misses
“Another month, another disgusting panel to unhinge, and another tunnel to de-grime. As the resident sponge, I assume the primary responsibility for herding the writing talent into these tight metal corridors, leading the way as we all get covered in thirty day’s worth of dead skin, even deader rodents, and this weird yellow slime that seems to ooze from nearly every seam.” Clogs, cogs, and hogs.
Stuck in the Filter – March’s Angry Misses
“The middle of April (or the beginning of May, depending on the amount of superfluous bureaucracy this segment must trudge through before its inevitable publication) is upon us, and with that comes yet another opportunity to get our hands, feet, and other appendages dirty in the service of our overburdened filtration system. Newly rebuilt after last month’s demolition, the Filter has already taken significant abuse, such is the muck and mess that oozes from every gangrenous orifice of our “esteemed” crew.” This is why we can’t have nicely filtered things.
Stuck in the Filter – February’s Angry Misses
“The year trundles on, and the world only gets angrier. As above, so below, and we below are very, very angry. So angry, in fact, that we decided to makeshift some spiked Louisville Sluggers and demolish our filtration system entirely. Fuck the system! And wouldn’t you know it? There was a ton of shiny nuggets strewn amongst the rubble that once was our only means of cleaning the “air” we breathe down here. Ah well, who needs it!” Rage against the dying of the Filter.
