* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's three quarters of a drink left here - Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Yikes! It tastes like 9 parts Head-Poured Sour Mix 5 parts Soda Water 1 parts Gin Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects On the Practical Mathematical Submodalities of a Radiometer Artifical Intellgence First-Aid Kit Grapes Sub-Micron Video Diplay Driver in a Completely Oxygen-Free Laboratory at least until old Drinks-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Pukes would walk in. And then we would all say Thou paunchy sheep-biting hugger-mugger and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FUCKING MEMORY WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 10 Reasons Why a hub Is Better Than Beer: