* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bev-bot nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your 8 parts ValU Tonic Water, 9 parts Head-Poured Vodka Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Diverse Approaches to Distributed Masked Data Compression Grapes Real-Time Limiting Factors at least until old Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Boots would walk in. And then we would all say Thou venomed moldwarp and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a network switch on top of a flagpole?