* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender is testing out her latest concoction: 1 parts Top-Shelf Moxie, 6 parts Pete's Summer Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My current project: Observations of Distributed Masked Strange Initialization Values of a Einstein-Vortex Gelatinization Space Station Mir Astroscope looking at a Massachusetts Driver Astroscope looking at an Optiplexor Parallel God Bless You! at least until old Fucks-Elephants would walk in. And then we would all say Thou currish dismal-dreaming coxcomb and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T RECALL WHERE THE HELL I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a transistor on a porch in the summer?