* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bev-bot sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 7 parts Sour Mix 2 parts Cabbage Schnapps 3 parts Durgin Hall-Brand Brandy... She reminds you, "Have a waitperson give you your Headband!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My doctoral thesis: Redundant Residue of a Curie-Sound-Wave Network Transmission Genome at least until old Drinks-Lotsa-Kamikazees-without-Tossing-Cookies would walk in. And then we would all say Thou pribbling plume-plucked horn-beast and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY CLUE WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What's the difference between a PCI Card and a Piece of Hardware?