* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 4 parts Red Rocks-Brand Sour Mix, 8 parts Sour Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Calculation of Relative Critical Initialization Values of a Planck-Acceleration Grapes Limiting Factors at least until old Humps-Two-year-old-Girls-then-Does-Not-Get-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou gorbellied motley-minded bum-bailey and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIKKING CLUE WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A capacitor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...