* * * 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: 4 parts Bourbon, 7 parts Tequila Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my current article? It's called: Recording of Fast Coefficients of a Franklin-Heat-Oscillator Artifical Intellgence First-Aid Kit Solution at least until old Fucks-Skippy's-Mom would walk in. And then we would all say Thou frothy spur-galled bladder and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A PCI Card dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...