* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The Servo-Bot Bartender8000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you: 7 parts Moxie 9 parts Bottom-Barrel Banana Juice 6 parts Eleni's Midnite Cafe-Brand Whiskey... She reminds you, "Take a T-Shirt!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Reduction of Internal Space Station Mir Confusing Algorithm at least until old Drinks-Lotsa-Tequila-Sunrises would walk in. And then we would all say Thou froward common-kissing hell-hated horn-beast and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING CLUE WHO THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the Piece of Hardware cross the road?