The cra­zies are out in full force today.

First up, space invaders unsuc­cess­fully attempted to bomb sev­eral bridges in Boston but did man­age to dis­rupt traf­fic and sub­way ser­vice through­out the city.

I was on my way to class the other night on the usual overly crowded B-line sand­wiched between two male strangers (that’s what I like to refer to as a “Man­wich”) when I noticed one of them was act­ing a lit­tle odd.

At first glance, this guy seemed fairly aver­age. He was about 5’9″ or so, prob­a­bly in his mid-twenties, well-dressed (nice pants and nice shoes), and decent-looking. Except for his coat. It was a cross between a mil­i­tary style coat and a parka. There’s some­thing about a guy, who is not a res­i­dent of an Arc­tic state, province, or coun­try, wear­ing a fur-trimmed hoodie that just rubs me the wrong way. I don’t know why. It just isn’t right.

Dear MBTA Powers-That-Be,

I regret to inform you that 2006 was not a ban­ner year for your trans­porta­tion ser­vices. Sub­way trains were con­sis­tently behind sched­ule or non-existent and the com­muter rails were noth­ing more than over­sized ovens on wheels dur­ing the sum­mer­time and sub­zero meat­lock­ers the rest of the year.

And I won’t even go into the whole “Char­lie Card” debacle.

Since you are rais­ing the cost of my monthly pass by $40, I have a few sug­ges­tions on how to spend that extra cash by improv­ing ser­vices in the com­ing year: