* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The barkeep slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 5 parts Vodka, 1 parts ValU Bourbon Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects On the Redundant Residue of a Freud-Maximobile Network Transmission Parallel Genome at least until old Fucks-Sharks-then-Does-Not-Pass-Out would walk in. And then we would all say Thou fobbing clay-brained flap-dragon and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MEMORY WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 500 Reasons Why a capacitor Is Better Than Women: