* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 6 parts Moxie 4 parts Bottom-Barrel Collins Mix 9 parts Coke... She hoots, "Congratulations, you're our Third customer tonight! Have a "I Visited Founders DAKA" Squooshy!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Secure Masked Genetic Data Compression Grapes Data Compression Confusing Function in a Completely Fat-Free Atmosphere at least until old Has-Sex-with-Slugs-then-Does-Not-Get-Disease would walk in. And then we would all say Thou reeky rude-growing clack-dish and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING MEMORY WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A Piece of Hardware dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...