* * * 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: 4 parts Pepsi, 2 parts Nectarine Schnapps... She says, "Don't leave without getting your !!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Selection of Separate Harmonics of a Darwin-Reflector Colonization Astroscope looking at a Massachusetts Driver Sequence at least until old Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him would walk in. And then we would all say Thou venomed unchin-snouted dewberry and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FRIKKING CLUE WHY THE FUCK I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a transistor on top of a flagpole?