* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The Servo-Bot Bartender6000 scans your "Thirst Profile" and prepares for you: 1 parts Hand-Crafted Tap Water, 2 parts Bottom-Barrel Kiwi Liqueur... She chimes, "Take a JFK Jr. High Auditorium Visor!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Generation of Internal Distorted Genetic Submodalities of a Yeasah-Potential-Wave Prime Numbers Chess-playing Algorithm at least until old Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Does-Not-Get-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou puking fen-sucked horn-beast and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO RECOLLECTION WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three capacitors walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"