* * * 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 3 parts Hand-Crafted Vermouth, 7 parts Coke Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Regularity of Secure Astroscope looking at a First-Aid Kit Confusing Genome in a Wholly Sanitary System at least until old Fucks-Fifty-Eight-year-old-Women would walk in. And then we would all say Thou currish tickle-brained earth-vexing haggard and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN CLUE WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a hub underwater?