perfidy

My home town

Actually, things aren't so bad. Except for some soreness in the back from giving the Dad a hand with moving, things are verging on decent.

As Foseti mentioned, we had a little reactionary gabfest on Friday. Along with his observations, I'd add that reactionaries seem to be rather tall. It's unusual that I meet people taller than me, and Foseti is just fricken' huge. Wiry, though. Odd that sometimes when you meet for the first time a person you've never seen, they are almost exactly the way you pictured them. Except for the extra 6-8 inches, Foseti is just how I thought he'd look.

It is refreshing to talk to someone who not only doesn't freak out when I say what I think (my friend Christian is very kind, and doesn't freak out) but actually agrees, or even is more hardcore on the point than I am. The reactionary is decidedly outside the mainstream. And the monkeybrains part of your being just shrieks inside you when you are disagreeing with everyone. Seeing that there is someone who actually exists - not just words on the screen - and agrees with you is very calming.