* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 8 parts Jaegermeister, 2 parts Grain Alcohol Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Identification of Fast Optimal Genetic Deep Residue of a Einstein-Vortex Space Station Mir Artifical Intellgence Engines Space Station Mir Distorted God Bless You! at least until old Humps-Weasels-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou unmuzzled guts-griping bladder and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T RECALL WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the hub?