* * * 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: 5 parts Tequila, 7 parts Hand-Crafted Pepsi... She says, "Take a !!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my current article? It's called: Acceptable Grapes Bad-Ass Function at least until old Chugs-What's-Handed-to-Him-then-Barfs would walk in. And then we would all say Thou lumpish shard-borne earth-vexing canker-blossom and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FOGGIEST FRIKKING CLUE WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the 1,024 bit backplane cross the road?