* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The Servo-Bot Bartender6000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you: 4 parts ValU Tequila 5 parts Bourbon 9 parts Top-Shelf Sour Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Projects Requiring Expert Advice Increased Sex Drive via Practical Masked Space Station Mir Data Compression Video Diplay Driver at least until old Guzzles-Ten-Beers would walk in. And then we would all say Thou beslubbering pox-marked codpiece and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE DIMMEST FREAKING MEMORY WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A hub dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...