* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 8 parts Bottom-Barrel Jaegermeister, 7 parts Warm Tap Water Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Calculation of Internal DSP-based DSP-based Artifical Intellgence Massachusetts Driver Prime Numbers Prime Numbers Real-Time Function in a Completely Smelly Laboratory at least until old Forges-Meaningful-Relationships-with-Slugs-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou clouted half-faced coxcomb and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHO THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the PCI Card cross the road?