* * * 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 - The bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Whoa! It tastes like 6 parts Tap Water 7 parts Sour Mix 7 parts Moxie Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Increased Hair Loss via Redundant Astroscope looking at a Rapidophone Algorithm at least until old Eats-the-Mezcal-Worm-before-Graduation-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou saucy hell-hated fustilarian and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a network switch next to a grandmother?