* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender nods hello and asks, "the usual?" and then mixes you your 2 parts Grain Alcohol, 8 parts ValU Sour Mix Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My new project: Regularity of Separate Coefficients of a Freud-Reflector Theory Data Compression Preparation at least until old Master-of-Burping would walk in. And then we would all say Thou yeasty knotty-pated clotpole and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY FRIKKING RECOLLECTION WHO I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: What do you call a oscilloscope in a tree?