* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's of a drink left here - The bartender watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Whoa! It tastes like 2 parts Coke, 4 parts Warm Sour Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Interesting Finished Projects Observations of Relative Masked Chess-playing Network Transmission Confusing Video Diplay Driver at least until old Chugs-What's-Handed-to-Him would walk in. And then we would all say Thou tottering ill-nurtured clack-dish and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: 500 Reasons Why a transistor Is Better Than Beer: