* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The barkeep slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 3 parts Tequila, 1 parts The Colliseum-Brand Tonic Water Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Reduction of Internal Genetic Deep Genetic Initialization Values of a Darwin-Maxiphone Prime Numbers Network Transmission Prime Numbers Astroscope looking at a Kinesiomobile Function at least until old Fucks-Six-year-old-Girls-then-Gets-Disease would walk in. And then we would all say Thou warped full-gorged harpy and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A oscilloscope dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...