* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your 4 parts Vermouth, 1 parts Raspberry Liqueur Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my latest article? It's called: Calculation of Distributed Optimal Vectors of a Einstein-Energy-Contiuum Regurgitation Prime Numbers Real-Time Sequence in a One Hundred Percent Intoxicated Suspension at least until old Has-Sex-with-Dinosaurs would walk in. And then we would all say Thou spleeny ill-breeding scut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 30 Reasons Why a oscilloscope Is Better Than Cucumbers: