andru235's_50foot_statue_of_himself_in_minneapolis andru235 it didn't work out as planned. to those who were really looking forward to this, don't despair. you are totally welcome to build one yourself. but as i am done being a megalomaniac for at least a year or two, i simply don't care enough to pursue this. details of my attempts to render this statue can be found in the final entry of andru235's_journal_of_his_month_of_megalomania 051121 ... z I met a traveller from an antique land Who said:—Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand, Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things, The hand that mock'd them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!" Nothing beside remains: round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, The lone and level sands stretch far away. 051121 ... z Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1817 051121 what's it to you? who go blather from