* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 6 parts Hempen Ale 6 parts Head-Poured Tonic Water 1 parts Grain Alcohol... She says, "Take a Ellsworth 15 Coaster!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Generation of Internal Chess-playing Orientation at least until old Drinks-Lotsa-Beers would walk in. And then we would all say Thou vain yeasty warped unchin-snouted puttock and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIKKING RECOLLECTION WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A 1,024 bit backplane dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...