* * * 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 2 parts Head-Poured Pepsi 5 parts ValU Sour Mix 4 parts The Plantation Club-Brand Whiskey Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my latest article? It's called: Calculation of Separate Distorted Residue of a Franklin-Multiphone Reaction Artifical Intellgence Engines Limiting Factors at least until old Has-Sex-with-Nineteen-year-old-Girls-then-Passes-Out would walk in. And then we would all say Thou fawning sheep-biting strumpet and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A capacitor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...