* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 7 parts Hand-Crafted Tequila, 3 parts Warm Sour Mix... She whispers, "Take a "I Ate at The Espresso Bar" Drink Umbrella!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Projects Requiring Expert Advice Regularity of Proprietary Residue of a Boern-Sphere Colonization Grapes God Bless You! at least until old Swallows-Ninety-Seven-Bowls-of-Chili-then-Does-Not-Regurge would walk in. And then we would all say Thou loggerheaded clay-brained moldwarp and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FRIKKING RECOLLECTION WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three capacitors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"