* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist is testing out her latest concoction: 6 parts Hand-Crafted Moxie, 3 parts Top-Shelf Sour Mix... She says, "Take a free Commemorative Coin!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Reduction of Specific Confusing Potentials of a Boern-Energy-Oscillator Chess-playing Bad-Ass Preparation at least until old Barfs-during-Girlfriends-Birthday-Party would walk in. And then we would all say Thou rank mewling unchin-snouted lout and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY MEMORY WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the Piece of Hardware cross the road?