* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The Servo-Bot Bartender2000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you: 8 parts Red Rocks-Brand Sour Mix, 8 parts Vermouth... She says, "Make sure to grab yourself a !!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects External Optimal Potentials of a Boern-Sphere Gelatinization Artifical Intellgence Emulator Sequence at least until old Eats-the-Mezcal-Worm-before-Girlfriends-Birthday-Party would walk in. And then we would all say Thou churlish common-kissing guts-griping doghearted fustilarian and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T FREAKING RECALL WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the hub?