* * * 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: 1 parts Durgin Hall-Brand Tap Water, 1 parts Top-Shelf Apple Liqueur Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Projects Requiring Expert Advice Predicting Skirt Length through Proprietary Network Transmission Parallel Preparation at least until old Guzzles-Many-White-Russians-before-Getting-Married would walk in. And then we would all say Thou lumpish idle-headed mammet and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN IDEA WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A Piece of Hardware dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...