A few of us infamous bloggers met at a pleasant party at the home of Jim and Kat Lippard, and here we are:
At last, someone has accurately reported on my awe-inspiring personal presence:
P.Z. Myers was a towering giant of a man, with a bristling piratical mustache, a rakish beard, fangs, and little sucker-tipped tentacles instead of fingers. His booming, gravelly voice took over every conversation and ranted at us until we all finally agreed with him about everything.
I think the fact that I look shorter than everyone else in that picture is an optical illusion.