The ancient Chinese (and probably in other cultures too) have said something to the effect of: Before the age of 20, one's countenance is the responsibility of the parents; after the age of 20, that becomes the responsibility of oneself.
So on the morning ride in the company shuttle today, I realized that my face is contorted in a position that seems to indicate someone owes me $10 trillion. In an artificial and bizarre attempt to prevent my face from permanently frozen in a frowny scowly pout, I decided to think of ways to make cakes that look like the corporate buildings I see along the way from the train station to my office.
McAfee was the easiest. Horizontal brown and black stripes. Regular chocolate and dark chocolate. NetLogic... a little trickier. I think some relative of taro works for the lighter parts. For the bluish-green parts... gelatin. Hahahaha.
So freaking pathetic.