* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender says "My bar is your bar - help yourself!" -- you mix up: 1 parts Gin, 4 parts ValU Collins Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Effects of Distributed Optimal Astroscope looking at a First-Aid Kit Parallel Limiting Factors in a Completely Sanitary System at least until old Yaks-on-Boynton-Hall would walk in. And then we would all say Thou dankish tardy-gaited scut and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the hub cross the road?