* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's half of a drink left here - The bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Jebus! It tastes like 9 parts Bill's Bar-Brand Whiskey, 4 parts Head-Poured Soybean Liqueur Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Looking for volunteers for our current study: Selection of External Submodalities of a Potential-Reflector Grapes Sub-Micron God Bless You! at least until old Fucks-Sixty-Three-year-old-Women would walk in. And then we would all say Thou craven beetle-headed lout and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What's the difference between a PCI Card and a hub?