Right Brain: The show-off. And the clown. The one who sees roses and gets Einstein. Who occasionally has to be told to change socks. But nails concepts as if they were sheet-rock. It's the right brain that gets to wear leather pants. And come in at 10. But goes home at 4am when the concept is nailed. And not before. And has permission to stare out the window as if that were really working. It's a right brain thing.