* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender is testing out her latest concoction: 2 parts Collins Mix 4 parts Bourbon 9 parts Pot Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Separate Chess-playing God Bless You! at least until old Fucks-Five-year-old-Girls-then-Does-Not-Get-Disease would walk in. And then we would all say Thou saucy rough-hewn pigeon-egg and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A capacitor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...