* * * Hanging Out With a Bunch of Grad Students * * * Of course, the first thing we'd do is go to the bar The bev-bot is testing out her latest concoction: 2 parts ValU Bourbon, 4 parts Vermouth Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: Have you read my latest article? It's called: On the Fast Initialization Values of a Freud-Sound-Acceleration Experimentation Network Transmission Inflated Sequence at least until old Drinks-Sixty-Six-White-Russians-without-Tossing-Cookies would walk in. And then we would all say Thou spur-galled nut-hook and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE THE FAINTEST MEMORY WHAT I AM DOING HERE or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A hub dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...