* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's a quarter of a drink left here - The bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Whoa! It tastes like 2 parts Bill's Bar-Brand Pepsi, 5 parts ValU Grain Alcohol... Her front panel display reads:, "Take a "I Snarfed at Riley Hall" Commemorative Coin!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Recording of Arbitrary Space Station Mir Function at least until old Drinks-Ninety-Three-Beers would walk in. And then we would all say Thou loggerheaded bat-fowling dewberry and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST FRIKKING IDEA WHY I AM HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the PCI Card cross the road?