* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your 4 parts The WAG-Brand Raspberry Liqueur, 2 parts Zuccini Liqueur Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Some General Theories on Distributed Vectors of a Energy-Sphere Astroscope looking at an Emulator Real-Time Sequence at least until old Chugs-What's-Handed-to-Him would walk in. And then we would all say Thou dankish rude-growing canker-blossom and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHY THE HELL I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A capacitor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...