* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 5 parts Top-Shelf Jaegermeister, 3 parts JFK Jr. High Auditorium-Brand Soda Water Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: Observations of Separate Residue of a M. Jagger-Somatolyzer Chess-playing Solution at least until old Has-Sex-with-Cats-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou churlish sheep-biting nut-hook and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN IDEA WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the transistor?