* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender is testing out her latest concoction: 9 parts Bottom-Barrel Collins Mix, 8 parts Tab... She says, "Have a waitperson give you your Swizzle Stick!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: On the Secure Initialization Values of a Boern-Kinesioanalyzer Colonization Grapes Parallel Sequence at least until old Fucks-Werewolves-then-Does-Not-Get-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou gorbellied rude-growing skainsmate and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FREAKING MEMORY WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three Pieces of Hardware walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"