this is my ninth day at my new job. my boss is out today and tomorrow, leaving me alone to wreak all kinds of havoc. i guess i should take this as a vote of confidence.

spring is here. officially. not because it's a sunny, breezy 60 outside. not because i noticed the trees coming back to life. not even because, as i overheard on the train, the cubs are in last place (this is not something i can verify as, even though i live a stone's throw from wrigley field, baseball interests me not a whit). but because yesterday, i saw a man in a bunny suit playing basketball. chris postulated that i had witnessed the filming of gummo 2, though i swear there weren't any cameras. i kept an eye out for him today, but alas, no luck.

remember that damn moby song i slagged a while back? now, it's stuck in my head. figures.

remember the teen aliens i slagged a while back? well, roswell came roaring back to life on tuesday. hell, they even brought back the special unit. royal successions, secrets betrayed, and tons of gratuitous powers-using. max even blew out a window, shattering glass into michael's face to emerge victorious in their battle over the glowing dots-in-a-V that marks the rightful king. figures.

i've had one of those pocahontas dollars in my coin purse (being queer allows for the flexibility to carry a purse, even if it is only for coins) for weeks now. when you buy stamps at the post office from the machines, you get those hyped golden dollars as change. i remember in the late 80's when the san diego zoo would give $2 bills as change. well, i woke up with an appetite this morning, which is exceptionally rare and since i was daydreaming, i forgot to get off the train at the stop closest to the atm and instead got off at the stop closest to the mcdonalds, where i was planning to purchase one of those bagel meals. yum. i had only three dollar bills, you see and have been unwilling to spend my dollar coin. i'm not sure why since i already have one in a box with my bicentennial half dollar, all my european change (guilders, francs, etc), wheat pennies and my souvenir coin from the winchester mystery house in san jose. long story long, i coughed up the papoose.

being released from the burden of hoarding this "rare" coin was bittersweet. i remember eagerly anticipating the introduction of the dollar coin. currency reform excites me. unlike the larger denominations, there has never been a plan to revamp the dollar bill, leading me to hope that the lowliest of denominations would be phased out in favor of a coin. alas, the abject failure of sacajawea certainly seems to put off that prospect for the time being. but, i would go even farther. australia phased out the penny, several years ago, forcing goods to be priced in 5 cent increments. of course, a national sales tax made this fairly simple to implement. with our patchwork of state and local taxes on sales, such a plan would be a logistical nightmare, but i can dream. for now, leave me to curse the 14 pennies taking up valuable space in my coin purse.