* * * 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 4 parts Moxie 9 parts FCD #3-Brand Mountain Dew 1 parts Gin Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Generation of Redundant Harmonics of a R. Westheimer-Oscilliline Approximation Grapes God Bless You! at least until old Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him would walk in. And then we would all say Thou spleeny rough-hewn foot-licker and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the network switch cross the road?