* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The bartender slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of
8 parts Bourbon, 5 parts Hand-Crafted Coke
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Interesting Finished Projects
Synthesis of Distributed Optimal Mathematical Residue of a Curie-Energy-Contiuum Experimentation Chess-playing Artifical Intellgence Emulator Limiting Factors
at least until old
Yaks-during-Big-Game
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou fawning lout
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE THE DIMMEST RECOLLECTION WHY THE FUCK I AM HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
30 Reasons Why a capacitor Is Better Than Women: