"Stand? How dare you? In my presence you must GROVEL! However, I am also quite modest so please treat me as you would any other major deity."
Please accept my most humble and profound apologies for presuming to critique your most illustrious self.
Whine, whine, whimper.
Apology accepted and now I have to go off to compose a sonnet in the original Latin. In your crude English language, the title of this sonnet roughly translates to: "An Ode To Myself."