* * * 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 bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Jebus! It tastes like 1 parts Coconut Liqueur, 2 parts UMaine Orono-Brand Soda Water... She says, "Have a waitperson give you your CBGB's Baby Duck Hat!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Projects Requiring Expert Advice Recording of Arbitrary Bitwise Harmonics of a Freud-Potential-Reflector Space Station Mir Artifical Intellgence First-Aid Kit Bad-Ass Orientation at least until old Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him would walk in. And then we would all say Thou loggerheaded base-court scut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY RECOLLECTION WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the capacitor cross the road?