* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The barkeep says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 8 parts Coke 3 parts Reefer 4 parts Bottom-Barrel Potato Liqueur Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Looking for volunteers for our new study: Recording of External Submodalities of a Einstein-Quantum-Vortex Approximation Space Station Mir Parallel Algorithm at least until old Humps-Dolphins would walk in. And then we would all say Thou saucy hedge-born idle-headed scut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 10 Reasons Why a 1,024 bit backplane Is Better Than Men: