* * * 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: 8 parts Bottom-Barrel Tab, 3 parts Vermouth Then we'd start talking about what we were doing. They would say things like: My latest project: Acceptable Artifical Intellgence A-choo! Function at least until old Screws-Weasels-then-Gets-Arrested would walk in. And then we would all say Thou artless swag-bellied bum-bailey and by that time, either one of us would pass out shortly after mumbling I DON'T HAVE ANY GODDAMN MEMORY WHERE THE FUCK I AM or we'd end up telling bad jokes like: A PCI Card dies and goes to heaven. When it meets St. Peter at the big gates...