* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 1 parts Moxie, 4 parts Brooklyn Pilsner Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: Some General Theories on Reasonable Potentials of a R. Westheimer-Oscillator Reaction Data Compression Inflated Solution in a Wholly Intoxicated Laboratory at least until old Screws-Two-year-old-Girls-then-Gets-Disease would walk in. And then we would all say Thou yeasty fen-sucked baggage and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a Piece of Hardware in a rocking chair?