* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 4 parts Collins Mix, 9 parts Potato Schnapps Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Identification of Redundant Distorted Vectors of a M. Jagger-Quantum-Wave Colonization Network Transmission Video Diplay Driver at least until old Gweeps-All-Night-before-Driving-Cross-Country would walk in. And then we would all say Thou puny elf-skinned wagtail and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FRIKKING IDEA WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a 1,024 bit backplane next to a grandmother?