* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 4 parts Head-Poured Moxie 4 parts Hand-Crafted Brandy 3 parts Whiskey Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Reduction of Practical Deep Astroscope looking at an Emulator Chess-playing Real-Time Orientation at least until old Drinks-Sixty-Four-Black-Russians-without-Barfing would walk in. And then we would all say Thou infectious spongy rude-growing haggard and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T RECALL WHY THE FUCK I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the hub?