The sun was out (albeit briefly) this weekend, and layers of clothing were being cast off all over town Saturday as the high reached a heavenly 61 degrees. But it seems some people aren't getting the message—and by "people" we mean the depraved, filthy remnants of this snowy winter which we've anthropomorphized as a desperate coping mechanism. Laughing Squid and Improv Everywhere's Charlie Todd both took note of dead-ender snowbanks clinging to power around town this weekend. And this morning, even after all that rain yesterday, this resilient S.O.B. was still flipping New York the bird. We've dubbed him the Moammer Gadhafi of snowbanks, and are calling in the napalm strike.