* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bev-bot nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your 7 parts Pepsi, 6 parts Tequila... She says, "Take a free 7-Quart Paper Cup!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My current project: Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About External Genetic Mathematical Vectors of a Freud-Energy-Contiuum Reaction Astroscope looking at an Emulator Prime Numbers Artifical Intellgence Emulator Preparation at least until old Drinks-Many-Beers-without-Throwing-Up would walk in. And then we would all say Thou froward rude-growing reeling-ripe hugger-mugger and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST GODDAMN RECOLLECTION WHO THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the transistor?