* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 4 parts Warm Catamount Amber Ale , 9 parts Top-Shelf Soda Water Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My company is working on a project called: Novel Approaches to Internal Confusing Potentials of a Oscillator Data Compression God Bless You! at least until old Fucks-Wolves-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou pribbling elf-skinned clotpole and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY CLUE WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the PCI Card?