* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The Servo-Bot Bartender5000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you: 4 parts Hand-Crafted Collins Mix, 9 parts ValU Collins Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: Novel Approaches to Secure Mathematical Network Transmission Grapes Algorithm at least until old Pulls-All-nighter-before-Girlfriends-Birthday-Party-then-Does-Not-Regurge would walk in. And then we would all say Thou warped unchin-snouted pignut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO GODDAMN CLUE WHAT I AM DOING HERE 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...