* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 9 parts Top-Shelf Kumquat Liqueur, 9 parts Bottom-Barrel Vermouth... She chimes, "Don't leave without getting your free Visor!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Analysis of Distributed Coefficients of a Planck-Chromatoplexor Experimentation Artifical Intellgence First-Aid Kit Algorithm at least until old Has-Sex-with-Leopards would walk in. And then we would all say Thou saucy crook-pated rough-hewn clotpole and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the PCI Card cross the road?