* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
There's three quarters of a drink left here - Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid watches you with mild
amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Yikes! It tastes like
9 parts Head-Poured Sour Mix
5 parts Soda Water
1 parts Gin
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Interesting Finished Projects
On the Practical Mathematical Submodalities of a Radiometer Artifical Intellgence First-Aid Kit Grapes Sub-Micron Video Diplay Driver in a Completely Oxygen-Free Laboratory
at least until old
Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Pukes
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou paunchy sheep-biting hugger-mugger
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MEMORY WHERE THE FUCK I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
10 Reasons Why a hub Is Better Than Beer: