* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The mixologist sizes you up and begins mixing a drink:
5 parts Coke
1 parts ValU Pepsi
9 parts Soda Water
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Active Internet Service Projects
Regularity of Secure Harmonics of a Planck-Acceleration Artifical Intellgence Engines Real-Time Genome in a Wholly Smelly System
at least until old
Drops-Acid-before-Big-Game-then-Boots
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou vain guts-griping lout
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN CLUE WHY I AM HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Three capacitors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"