* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 5 parts Top-Shelf Moxie 5 parts Warm Collins Mix 9 parts Morgan DAKA-Brand Collins Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My new project: Proprietary Optimal Prime Numbers Inflated Limiting Factors at least until old Consumes-Lotsa-Doritos would walk in. And then we would all say Thou quailing ill-breeding pigeon-egg and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FOGGIEST CLUE WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A 1,024 bit backplane dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...