* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 6 parts Tequila 4 parts Vermouth 6 parts Bottom-Barrel Corn Schnapps Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Distributed Bad-Ass Strange Strange Coefficients of a Darwin-Acceleration Colonization Astroscope looking at a First-Aid Kit Chess-playing Chess-playing Critical God Bless You! in a One Hundred Percent Expensive Environment at least until old Fucks-Thirty-Five-year-old-Women-then-Gets-Disease would walk in. And then we would all say Thou errant tardy-gaited plume-plucked dizzy-eyed malt-worm and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A hub dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...