* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender is testing out her latest concoction: 6 parts Flood Control Dam #3-Brand Lime Juice, 4 parts Tap Water Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: External Coefficients of a Curie-Potential-Contiuum Reaction Network Transmission Optimal Orientation in a Wholly Lesbian-Influenced Environment at least until old Drinks-Seventy-Three-Kamikazees-before-Taking-Finals-then-Regurges would walk in. And then we would all say Thou puny shard-borne gudgeon and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO CLUE WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 10 Reasons Why a hub Is Better Than Women: