* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 4 parts Head-Poured Jaegermeister, 4 parts Psilocybin Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Looking for volunteers for our current study: Observations of Encrypted Initialization Values of a Darwin-Oscillator Network Transmission Parallel Limiting Factors at least until old Throws-Up-during-Graduation would walk in. And then we would all say Thou villainous fly-bitten scut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO MEMORY WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three Pieces of Hardware walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"