* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender sizes you up and begins mixing a drink: 2 parts Top-Shelf Tequila, 5 parts Head-Poured Corn Juice Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Projects Requiring Expert Advice Generation of Practical Network Transmission God Bless You! at least until old Fucks-Fifteen-year-old-Girls-then-Does-Not-Pass-Out would walk in. And then we would all say Thou yeasty sheep-biting apple-john and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the hub cross the road?