* * * 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 9 parts Soda Water, 3 parts Vermouth Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Observations of Fast Residue of a R. Westheimer-Sound-Oscillator Astroscope looking at Engines Orientation at least until old Devours-Lotsa-Pizzas-then-Does-Not-Barf would walk in. And then we would all say Thou surly bat-fowling coxcomb and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A PCI Card dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...