I just finished watching Enron: The Smartest Guys in the Room, the major theme of which was "who would've thunk it?"

The company's insistance on operating under a mark to market accounting system aside, one look at the "smart guys" should have been enough to evoke the primordial "run away" response in any thinking human.

For comparison's sake:

Now that's a man I would put my money on. Delivers fourth quarter, year after year.

My dearest Robin recently posted a blog entitled "Negotiating One Battle of the Sexes: You're Welcome" which is mostly about ham, but also about how men do not notice or care to notice women's hair cuts.

This got me to thinking about things that men wished women would notice, but we don't.

But I got nowhere because women are a very observant species. It comes from making sure the kids don't wander into a mastodon's maw.

We notice everything: small red (cancerous?) dots on shoulders, Red Bull cans in the car door cubby, and so on and so forth.

Really, our power should be harnessed for good. As soon as I can determine an (Aristotelian?) good that can be achieved via ridiculously evolved powers of observation, I am on it. In the meanwhile, I will just notice lots of stuff to no particular end.

I am woman; hear me roar.

Ack! While switching to the new and improved Blogger, I somehow locked myself out of by own blog. This made me think of other ridiculous things that I could lock myself out of, such as:

• my womb
• my political leanings
• my underwear
• my daydream about being an alien goddess
• my deeply held suspicions
• the nuclei of my cells

Just picture me standing outside any of these things, saying, "Hey! Lemme in!"