* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * *
Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar
Bev the gizmoid DrinkDroid is testing out her latest concoction:
8 parts Schneider Weisse , 9 parts Brandy...
She prints out a small card that reads:, "Don't leave without getting your free Noisemaker!!"
Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would
say things like:
Have you read my current article? It's called:
Predicting The Second Coming of Christ through Proprietary Harmonics of a R. Westheimer-Contiuum Experimentation Network Transmission God Bless You!
at least until old
Eats-Fourteen-Ramen
would walk in. And then we would all say
Thou lumpish shard-borne harpy
and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling
I HAVE NO FREAKING RECOLLECTION WHO THE HELL I AM
or we'd end up telling bad jokes like:
A network switch dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...