* * * 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 7 parts Bottom-Barrel Collins Mix, 5 parts Bottom-Barrel Brandy Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Predicting Financial Stability through Unified Data Compression Genome at least until old Guzzles-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Does-Not-Pass-Out would walk in. And then we would all say Thou venomed common-kissing miscreant and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A transistor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...