I can feel the beat.

So. My brother has email. And I can say that, any time I get an email from him (where he's actually typed in the body, as opposed to simply fwded some fucking spam), I feel ashamed that my brother types like an illiterate fuckwad.

He uses no capitals. His grammar, spelling and punctuation are suspect (Email, sadly, has no beta reader).

It occured to me, however, in the shower, that people who type without capitals wouldn't write a letter on fucking paper without fucking proper capitals.

You wouldn't *HANDWRITE* a letter to anyone without capitals.

But people send fucking email without them.

...ok. So, Luba might actually write personal letters without capitals. But we like Luba, so she passes.

And, yes. My fuck quota is high tonight. I've been reading Preacher again. And the idea of James Marsden as Jesse and James Marsters as Cass is almost amusing. Just to watch them say "Motherfucker!" in chorus would be damned amusing.

But, yeah. My brother types emails like this: "how r you?" ...ok, so the 'r' is an exaggeration. Maybe.

I'm simply glad he doesn't send email to my friends. Lordy, the embarrassment...