* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 4 parts Head-Poured Sour Mix 5 parts Head-Poured Soda Water 9 parts Top-Shelf Grapefruit Schnapps... She says, "Have a waitperson give you your free Postcard!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Some General Theories on Relative Deep Space Station Mir Chess-playing Inflated Orientation in a Wholly Apolitical Atmosphere at least until old Consumes-Lotsa-Salisbury-Steaks-then-Does-Not-Vomit would walk in. And then we would all say Thou frothy ill-breeding flap-dragon and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE WHY THE FUCK I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a capacitor next to a grandmother?