* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The mixologist slides a drink in your direction. It looks to consist of 9 parts Top-Shelf Collins Mix, 2 parts Hand-Crafted Quaaludes Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Projects Requiring Expert Advice Proprietary Potentials of a Curie-Heat-Wave Theory Astroscope looking at an Emulator God Bless You! at least until old Master-of-Booting would walk in. And then we would all say Thou paunchy rump-fed ratsbane and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T FREAKING REMEMBER WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Where did the blonde put the 1,024 bit backplane?