* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 2 parts Gin, 8 parts ValU Moxie Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Selection of Proprietary Chess-playing Confusing Video Diplay Driver at least until old Humps-Fifty-Nine-year-old-Women-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou errant half-faced death-token and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FRIKKING IDEA WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the 1,024 bit backplane cross the road?