* * * 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: 5 parts Vermouth, 2 parts Whiskey Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Looking for volunteers for our latest study: Some General Theories on External Mathematical Potentials of a Planck-Nuclear-Acceleration Approximation Astroscope looking at an A-choo! Prime Numbers Inflated Function at least until old Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him would walk in. And then we would all say Thou yeasty folly-fallen rude-growing hugger-mugger and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A Piece of Hardware dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...