POS is an ambiguous acronym

Inspired by the sudden, straight-faced, relentless snow assault that's given Boston close to 12 inches in the last 24 hours, I did my best to find some webcams of the city, compiled here, to provide a view of our newly towering Siberian powder.

Samuel L. Jackson stars in Formula 51. I don't even know where to begin, how I got sucked into watching it on HBO in the first place, or how it manages to be so sublimely nauseating. Samuel L., as Elmo McElroy ([mackleroy]...I'm serious) wears a kilt, as far as I can tell only to provoke people into teasing him so he can get that Samuel L. Jackson smirk and kick their asses while giving us memorable quotes...quotes such as: "Aw, fuck. Can't a brother just deal some goddamn drugs?"; "Ain't that always the way: elevator music, a nigger in a kilt, and a chick with a nickle-plated nine."; and "Kiss the sun and taste the mother fuckin' rainbow!"

I could try to put into words its suckiness, but that would cheapen it. The last scene involves Meat Loaf exploding...literally exploding all over the walls, while SLJ shields himself with an umbrella, the super drug being dealt is exactly 51 times stronger than every other drug, but it's actually just a placebo effect, there's a castle, soccer hooligans shitting themselves, a sex scene cutaway to a rubber frog...no words. Here's the trailer.