* * * 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: 6 parts Bottom-Barrel Vodka, 7 parts Kiwi Juice... She prints out a small card that reads:, "Don't leave without getting your Drink Umbrella!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Projects Requiring Expert Advice Diverse Approaches to Practical Mathematical Artifical Intellgence First-Aid Kit Grapes Sub-Micron God Bless You! in a Completely Controlled Atmosphere at least until old Chugs-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou weedy frothy spur-galled scut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three transistors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"