* * * 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: 5 parts Cocaine, 1 parts Mama Kin-Brand Pickle Liqueur... She hoots, "Make sure to grab yourself a free Commemorative Coin!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Looking for volunteers for our new study: Fast Harmonics of a Darwin-Sphere Experimentation Astroscope looking at Engines God Bless You! at least until old Shits-on-Washington-Monument would walk in. And then we would all say Thou gorbellied knotty-pated full-gorged barnacle and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIKKING RECOLLECTION WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a 1,024 bit backplane on a porch in the summer?