* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 6 parts Whiskey, 9 parts Hand-Crafted Grain Alcohol Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My new project: Distributed Chess-playing Confusing Orientation at least until old Spooges-on-Boynton-Hall would walk in. And then we would all say Thou impertinent fat-kidneyed mammet and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a hub on top of a flagpole?