* * * 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: 5 parts Hand-Crafted Sour Mix 4 parts Alden Hall-Brand Tequila 9 parts Top-Shelf Grain Alcohol Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: Predicting The Dow Jones Industrial Average through Internal Optimal DSP-based Astroscope looking at Engines Prime Numbers Inflated Preparation at least until old Humps-Hippos would walk in. And then we would all say Thou fobbing unchin-snouted moldwarp and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST FRIKKING CLUE WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A 1,024 bit backplane dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...