* * * 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...