Another week is almost over. There are so many people to thank, I don’t know where to begin. Many thanks to Stanley Kobierowski, for giving my state a good name for heavy drinkers everywhere. Also, why hasn’t anyone pointed out that he has the word “bier” in his last name?

I got three e-mails yesterday from readers who were angry that I hadn’t posted anything about the proposed MTA fare hike yet. Cool your jets, people! You knew I would write about it eventually, and it’s the summer, so I’m usually slacking off as it is. I’m pissed, naturally. Angered.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please help us keep the subway system clean and litter free. Please use trash receptacles.” Okay, let’s see… we live in a city where nearly 2 out of every 5 people are foreign-born.

Congratulations to last night’s winning team, which had quite possibly the most ridiculous name of any team ever: United Confederation of Hobo Camp and Oh Pants! For Oceanographic Studies. It’s apparently leftovers from past teams, so there you go.

To L Train passengers waiting at Bedford Avenue at 3am on Saturday morning: I am deeply, deeply sorry if I offended you with my incredibly immature drunken antics that involved the defacing of a couple of “Wet Paint” signs. Deeply, deeply