* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 8 parts Bourbon, 5 parts Hand-Crafted Coke Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Synthesis of Distributed Optimal Mathematical Residue of a Curie-Energy-Contiuum Experimentation Chess-playing Artifical Intellgence Emulator Limiting Factors at least until old Yaks-during-Big-Game would walk in. And then we would all say Thou fawning lout and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE DIMMEST RECOLLECTION WHY THE FUCK I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 30 Reasons Why a capacitor Is Better Than Women: