* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist is testing out her latest concoction: 8 parts Garbanzo Bean Liqueur, 4 parts ValU Jaegermeister... She reminds you, "Don't forget your free Koozy!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Effects of Customized Vectors of a Curie-Reflector Theory Space Station Mir Critical Genome at least until old Spooges-on-Boynton-Hall would walk in. And then we would all say Thou dissembling fen-sucked death-token and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY RECOLLECTION WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A transistor dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...