* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender is testing out her latest concoction: 5 parts Bottom-Barrel Hammer & Nail ESB 7 parts Head-Poured Collins Mix 2 parts Bottom-Barrel Eggplant Juice Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Calculation of Internal Initialization Values of a M. Jagger-Reflector Space Station Mir Real-Time Video Diplay Driver in a Completely Gauche Environment at least until old Fucks-Eight-year-old-Girls would walk in. And then we would all say Thou saucy boil-brained lout and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the 1,024 bit backplane?