* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar There's three quarters of a drink left here - Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid watches you with mild amusement as you gulp it down furiously... Whoa! It tastes like 2 parts Top-Shelf Sour Mix, 1 parts Head-Poured Collins Mix... Her front panel display reads:, "Have a waitperson give you your Lupo's Heartbreak Hotel Postcard!!" Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Internal Harmonics of a Franklin-Acceleration Experimentation Grapes Orientation at least until old Forges-Meaningful-Relationships-with-at-Fiji-Rock would walk in. And then we would all say Thou clouted quailing common-kissing horn-beast and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Three hubs walk into a bar. The first one days, "Can I have a drink?"