* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's a quarter of a drink left here - The mixologist watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Gah! It tastes like 1 parts Head-Poured Vermouth, 7 parts ValU Jaegermeister... She says, "Have a waitperson give you your Drink Buddy!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my new article? It's called: Internal Initialization Values of a Curie-Acceleration Astroscope looking at an A-choo! Critical Limiting Factors at least until old Humps-Two-year-old-Girls would walk in. And then we would all say Thou surly knotty-pated giglet and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING CLUE WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three oscilloscopes walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"