* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The Servo-Bot Bartender3000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you: 3 parts Valium, 8 parts Coke Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: Acceptable Bitwise Deep Harmonics of a Nuclear-Contiuum Network Transmission Artifical Intellgence Histoshaper Prime Numbers Orientation at least until old Drops-Acid-before-Thesis-Defense would walk in. And then we would all say Thou puking nut-hook and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST IDEA WHY THE HELL I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a Piece of Hardware in a rocking chair?