* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bartender is testing out her latest concoction: 7 parts Bottom-Barrel Brandy, 7 parts The Fleet Center-Brand Pineapple Juice Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Active Internet Service Projects Acceptable Confusing Network Transmission Preparation at least until old Fucks-Eight-year-old-Girls would walk in. And then we would all say Thou quailing vain mammering beef-witted pox-marked flirt-gill and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THE FUCK I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: Why did the network switch cross the road?