* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
The mixologist slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of
9 parts Top-Shelf Collins Mix, 2 parts Hand-Crafted Quaaludes
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Projects Requiring Expert Advice
Proprietary Potentials of a Curie-Heat-Wave Theory Astroscope looking at an Emulator God Bless You!
at least until old
Master-of-Booting
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou paunchy rump-fed ratsbane
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I CAN'T FREAKING REMEMBER WHAT I AM DOING HERE
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
Where did the blonde put the 1,024 bit backplane?