Bowing to the combined pressure of staying in contact with friends and publications (a few I'm hoping to submit more art to soon) that have rightfully abandoned facebook to the great-aunts of the world - "Uncle Bob's hernia got worse. Keep him in your prayers" and "Life is happiness indeed, I have everything I need!"s - and this whole journal here of people arguing pro-twitter, I've gotten one!
I'm http://twitter.com/AnxiousOunce , drop by sometime! (a name I adopt in places like my tumblr, fetish fA account, etc. where I want to keep it furries only).
Which, actually, I'll spam here - FetAffinity and Furry Tumblr, because those could use more eyes. Couldn't we all...?

I don't have a game plan... I'll probably post wips and sketches, I've been looking for a place to put all that art I draw and don't finish - and retweet amusingly fluffy anecdotes, but I do intend to keep it quite furry. I want to become more active in this community, the bustle of it, and there's so many more of you than I thought.

Follow me while you can, because I guarantee you I'll quit in rage and despair within a week x3
Of course, not just rookie mistakes, like typing the whole message into the recipent's bar and following my newspaper (boom, my timeline has two posts a minute, I had to unfollow fast or I couldn't see anything), but HOW DOES ANYONE DO ANYTHING WITH THIS. There's so many people, and constant conversation turns to noise soon enough - to say nothing of the character limit. Every one of my regular sentences goes over the character limit - as a speed reader, speed talker and a speed typist I lean towards the verbose and bloated. It feels like I'm whittling down my own brain to fit my thoughts into 140 characters. It's maddening - aggravating - to try to acronym and cut short every syllable I utter. Garn... you use proper English, you're regarded as a freak!