* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The Servo-Bot Bartender7000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you: 8 parts Gin, 8 parts Hand-Crafted Concord Pale Ale ... She whispers, "Make sure to grab yourself a T.T. The Bear's Button!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My senior thesis: Proprietary Real-Time Prime Numbers Orientation at least until old Eats-Lotsa-Doritos-then-Does-Not-Toss-Cookies would walk in. And then we would all say Thou reeky ill-nurtured strumpet and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T RECALL WHAT THE HELL I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the 1,024 bit backplane cross the road?