I think all women are networked together somehow. I can't explain it any other way. I made the phone-clerk at job-is-job angry today, and then I went to the post office and the postal-clerk was angry, and then I called my wife at the hospital and she was angry too. Suddenly it clicked. This is how they multi-task so effortlessly. The idle women process tasks for the busy ones. That explains why Jenifer gets so tired while seemingly doing nothing. "They" are using her un-assigned brain-cycles to run active processes. Now I'm sitting here faxing something and I just realized the fax-tones sound EXACTLY like my wife when she calls one of her co-workers for information. High-speed, shrill and full of information. Amazing. So by that logic the blond ones must have limited or no connectivity and the red ones must have some kind of T3-line to the Mood Swing CPU. Well. Now that I've figured this all out, I fully expect to meet a painful and messy demise at the hands of one of these creatures. In fact I'm sure The Collective is figuring it now and dispatching units as I type this. Ah well. Hope she's cute at least.