* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The barkeep is testing out her latest concoction: 9 parts Top-Shelf Moxie, 4 parts Warm Eggplant Juice Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: Identification of Redundant Submodalities of a Einstein-Potential-Sphere Chess-playing Solution at least until old Chugs-Lotsa-Beers-then-Barfs would walk in. And then we would all say Thou bawdy tardy-gaited reeling-ripe strumpet and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING RECOLLECTION WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A transistor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...