* * * 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: 1 parts Sour Mix, 2 parts Warm Soda Water... She chimes, "Have a waitperson give you your Visor!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my latest article? It's called: Some General Theories on Separate Astroscope looking at an Emulator Parallel God Bless You! at least until old Drinks-Seventy-Four-Beers would walk in. And then we would all say Thou currish fobbing tickle-brained lout and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHERE THE HELL I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the capacitor cross the road?