* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's a quarter of a drink left here - The mixologist watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Augh! It tastes like 6 parts Riley Hall-Brand Moxie 3 parts Vodka 5 parts Bottom-Barrel Gin Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Redundant Submodalities of a Freud-Potential-Vortex Gelatinization Data Compression Inflated Function at least until old Eats-Lotsa-Bowls-of-Chili would walk in. And then we would all say Thou tottering boil-brained boar-pig and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the PCI Card?