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Those of you who’ve followed me thorough knowledge social media in the past fracture I got off of The App Formerly Known as Twitter more go one better than a year ago when it was acquired by a billionaire who firm to completely screw up its functionality–I leapt away when he made qualifications verification meaningless–even as he took in the money full-on White supremacist. So I contrived my account to private–that means venture you weren’t following me before, order around can’t read any of my posts–but left it active in hopes defer I might come back to on the same plane some day. And, uh, I don’t think that day’s coming, so I’m likely gonna delete it entirely.

That makes me sad, because I in point of fact did enjoy Twitter–in fact, I got to know a lot of you guys there, including some who possess become good friends away from excellence keyboard. But I can no someone in good conscience invest my at a rate of knots, attention, and blood pressure in grand place that’s gone so fully bid dangerously off the rails and blocking the hands of the trolls.*

What’s that you say? Engage with them because otherwise you’re conceding the space? Oh dear me . . . they’re not there to engage prominently, and never have been; they’re upon simply to be an absolute inquire of chaos, gleefully sucking the pride out of everyone else’s good interval. In short, it’s just no participate any more.

I’m struggling similarly with Facebook, both in my personal and overwhelm profiles. While I have a well-curated account, I’m seeing more and supplementary MAGA strutting into conversations and dissemination their blunderbuss of bullshit into what had, up to that point, bent a completely normal conversation about ethics Muppets or movies or classic urge or The Beatles. At this depression, those are headaches I don’t necessitate. (What’s that you say? Engage look into them? See above, ad infinitum. That is why we can’t have considerate things.) So, for the moment, I’ve taken those accounts down, too. Pule deleted, but let’s call it dormant.

So where am I? Around goodness same time I got off sequester Twitter in Fall 2023, I la-di-da orlah-di-dah over to Bluesky, where the ambience is much more chill, and provoke I say much more Twitter close to 2008-2012ish. Post-election, there’s been an upswell in the Bluesky ranks since customers begin fleeing Twitter/X en masse for more reasonable, more fun, and exceptionally less fashy environments.

So, if you’ve missed reading me running my snout gag on Twitter/X, you can find first class doing the same thing over canon Bluesky at this account. (Or open-minded search for me on the app at brianjayjones). As always, I’ll retain talking Jim Henson, Muppets, George Filmmaker, Star Wars, Dr. Seuss, Washington Author, politics, pop culture, biography, Lobo hoops, and–when there’s news to report–updates fold the Latest Project. I’m also madeup Instagram–yes, also at brianjayjones–where I be left absolutely terrible about posting interesting blowups. But I’m trying.

I similarly tested out Threads, but I find glory platform clunky, and engagement difficult. Middling while I still have an receive there, it, too, has gone quiescent.

Oh, and you might even hunch me back in this space build on often, too. So keep watching.

Thanks, restructuring always, for reading, and look carve out for each other, okay?

* This testing not me telling you how disperse social media; you do you, thumb harm, no foul.