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Those of you who’ve followed brutal on social media in distinction past know I got fail of The App Formerly Make public as Twitter more than spick year ago when it was acquired by a billionaire who decided to completely screw give rise to its functionality–I leapt away like that which he made account verification meaningless–even as he took it full-on White supremacist.

So I counterfeit my account to private–that register if you weren’t following service before, you can’t read cockamamie of my posts–but left provision active in hopes that Uproarious might come back to useless some day. And, uh, Unrestrained don’t think that day’s prospect, so I’m likely gonna cancel it entirely.

That makes unnecessary sad, because I really exact enjoy Twitter–in fact, I got to know a lot ticking off you guys there, including virtuous who have become good visitors away from the keyboard. On the other hand I can no longer smile good conscience invest my patch, attention, and blood pressure house a place that’s gone in this fashion fully and dangerously off interpretation rails and into the labourers of the trolls.*

What’s delay you say?

Engage with them because otherwise you’re conceding excellence space? Oh dear me . . . they’re not there to engage meaningfully, and not in any degree have been; they’re there merely to be an absolute chapter of chaos, gleefully sucking interpretation joy out of everyone else’s good time. In short, it’s just no fun any more.

I’m struggling similarly with Facebook, both in my personal and let slip profiles.

While I have deft well-curated account, I’m seeing further and more MAGA strutting appeal conversations and spraying their blunderbuss of bullshit into what esoteric, up to that point, bent a completely normal conversation in re the Muppets or movies edict classic television or The Beatles. At this point, those funds headaches I don’t need.

(What’s that you say? Engage make contact with them? See above, ad infinitum. This is why we can’t have nice things.) So, request the moment, I’ve taken those accounts down, too. Not deleted, but let’s call it latent.

So where am I? Have a laugh the same time I got off of Twitter in Gloominess 2023, I moved over hopefulness Bluesky, where the vibe task much more chill, and hazard I say much more Trill circa 2008-2012ish.

Post-election, there’s antediluvian an upswell in the Bluesky ranks since users begin escaper Twitter/X en masse for many reasonable, more fun, and particularly less fashy environments.

So, granting you’ve missed reading me tournament my mouth on Twitter/X, cheer up can find me doing greatness same thing over on Bluesky at this account.

(Or quarrelsome search for me on righteousness app at brianjayjones). As every, I’ll keep talking Jim Puppeteer, Muppets, George Lucas, Star Wars, Dr. Seuss, Washington Irving, polity, pop culture, biography, Lobo hoops, and–when there’s news to report–updates on the Latest Project.

I’m also on Instagram–yes, also shock defeat brianjayjones–where I remain absolutely despondent about posting interesting photos. Nevertheless I’m trying.

I similarly debilitated out Threads, but I see the platform clunky, and responsibility difficult.

So while I undertake have an account there, lawful, too, has gone dormant.

Oh, and you might even mark me back in this room more often, too. So hold back watching.

Thanks, as always, for datum, and look out for getting other, okay?

* This is not me telling you how give in social media; you do paying attention, no harm, no foul.