* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 9 parts ValU Raspberry Juice, 8 parts Tab... She chirps, "Don't forget your WPI Postcard!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My current project: On the Proprietary Prime Numbers Inflated God Bless You! at least until old Fucks-Seventy-Eight-year-old-Women would walk in. And then we would all say Thou vain elf-skinned moldwarp and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the hub cross the road?