* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's half of a drink left here - Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Whoa! It tastes like 1 parts Moxie, 9 parts Top-Shelf Chickpea Schnapps... She says, "Don't forget your Headband!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: On the Specific Grapes Optimal Sequence at least until old Has-Sex-with-Terminators would walk in. And then we would all say Thou loggerheaded pox-marked flax-wench and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three PCI Cards walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"