Or, this is why I don't do Toastmasters. The Walter White of this timeline enjoys my sort of humor. Acid black. An impounded block of fentanyl, etched with a Calavera (sugar skull) design. "Sugar, how you get so fly?" Dia De Los Muertos, indeed. A very, very geeky joke. My hat's off to the crazy bastard who thought of that... Thank you for the laugh. Much needed. This ugly gilded age has been getting me down. The Roaring Twenties redux - in a hundred years, we've learned nothing about how to be a better species. The Great Gatsby on Instagram. Technological ostentatious douchebaggery is not better than vintage ostentatious douchebaggery. Just more painful.