If your email inbox was an animal, what animal would it be and why?
I ask because I am interested in how we feel about email.
Bonus points for suggesting an animal for how you feel about your Facebook, Twitter and Instagram…
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Will McInnes 
I’d say my email inbox is an Elephant. It’s large, gets in the way, and can be disruptive.
I’ll get back to you on the bonus round.
Thanks Adam.
Inbox: reptile… fast but creepy and potentially poisonous
Twitter: bee… buzzy, chaotic, distracting and sometimes stings
Facebook: honey monster… big, hairy, annoying, cheesy – but sometimes holds something ‘sweet’
Love Twitter as a bee! For all reasons to state and the fact that it is probably the most useful.
Fantastic! Thanks Chris.
Something close to a Dodo.
Extinct and flightless in most modern environments.
To bulky to be used as a carrier pigeon.
Soon to be replaced by tweeting and Lite species of EtherPad.
Facebook = Mogwai. But expect midnight feeds.
Twitter = Echinoderm. Marine animal; sea cucumber but beware of shark.
Instagram = Chameleon. Amazing on the eye; ever changing.
… procrastination achieved, now back to my accounts *~)
Ha! How interesting. Thanks Carl.
My inbox is like a naughty puppy. Constantly demanding my attention and producing a whole lot of crap to deal with (or not).
Twitter’s like a well-trained puppy. Happy on its own but a delight whenever I want to play with it. Can still be a distraction and has the ability to chew the table leg.
Facebook’s like a cat. I don’t really like cats but whenever I come across one I spend an annoying about of time playing with it.
Instagram’s like a tropical fish. Sits there in the background looking pretty, easily overlooked.
Love it. Thanks Mark.
Your inbox doesn’t like my emails… that much I know. ;oD On Wed, Nov 28, 2012 at 5:28 PM, Will McInnes
Oh! I will now search for emails from Dan Wilson…
Can I be the animal? (I can never answer a question straight!) – I’m a spider and my inbox is like a web but it catches far more than I can digest. I get a thrill everytime a there’s a twang but I often do no more than cursorily check what I’ve caught, never getting around to eating it.