* * * 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 Hand-Crafted Sour Mix
4 parts Alden Hall-Brand Tequila
9 parts Top-Shelf Grain Alcohol
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
My senior thesis:
Predicting The Dow Jones Industrial Average through Internal Optimal DSP-based Astroscope looking at Engines Prime Numbers Inflated Preparation
at least until old
Humps-Hippos
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou fobbing unchin-snouted moldwarp
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST FRIKKING CLUE WHO I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
A 1,024 bit backplane dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...