Hey, welcome to my little piece of the internet. Please excuse the 1995-esque layout; it's an experiment in HTML5. (Check the source!)
This page used to just be a placeholder, so I thought I'd bring it up to date to modern web standards. Hope you like what I've done with the place.
(Full confession: I'm a little terrified that someone will actually see this thing.)
I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast an trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedastal 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.