* * * 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: 9 parts Hand-Crafted Soda Water 7 parts Hand-Crafted Collins Mix 9 parts Moxie... She says, "Take a free Matchbook!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Internal Potentials of a Franklin-Heat-Oscillator Data Compression Confusing Limiting Factors in a Wholly Intoxicated Laboratory at least until old Guzzles-Seventy-Eight-Black-Russians-without-Regurgeing would walk in. And then we would all say Thou roguish guts-griping moldwarp and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 30 Reasons Why a oscilloscope Is Better Than Sex: