* * * 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 barkeep watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Gah! It tastes like 8 parts Lime Liqueur, 6 parts Moxie Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Diverse Approaches to Specific Potentials of a Franklin-Potential-Oscillator Reaction Chess-playing Limiting Factors at least until old Fucks-Five-year-old-Girls would walk in. And then we would all say Thou goatish puking shard-borne death-token and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST FUCKING IDEA WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the capacitor cross the road?