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: January’s Angry Misses
“It’s March, so, naturally, the time has come to reveal what precious ore hath been harvested from our ever-filthy filtration system… in January. Now backed by the full might of the Big Guy Himself (patent pending), the workforce maintaining this system of gunk upheaval and refuse retrieval grows, and deep intimidation and torture tactics lift heavy to get butts moving and fingers typing.” Teamwork builds the dream… works.
Stuck in the Filter: November & December’s Angry Misses
“It’s a new year, and with it comes a sense of determination to make 2023 our best and most awesomest year to date. Part of that goal involves digging deep and cleaning out the Filter of the last dregs from the final months of 2022. We caught most of the notable gems in our promo sump, but as always there were those few that fell into the wrong chute. This, the first Stuck in the Filter of 2023, is a register of our semi-precious finds!” Who finds “precious finds” 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.