Okay, so it took an entire season of The Mole for me to warm up to the new host, Jon, but he won me over in the opening recap when he sums up the exodus of the last week’s player by saying they were now Paul Free. HA! HA HA!

Now we’re down to Craig, Mark, and Nicole, and frankly any of them could be the Mole, but I’d rank the probability from Mark as the least to Craig as most likely, which I hate, because I want Craig to win. But if Nicole is the mole, well that’s almost too insufferable. And if it’s Mark…hand the man a prize because he totally covered his tracks with his vein-popping, rabid competitiveness.

So, they use their wits to diffuse a bomb in under an hour to add 50K to the pot, which brings it over 400K. Not bad! Then they race around the city to see who can complete three tasks first and get to the table where they can look at the Mole’s dossier or add another 75K to the pot. Mark wins this (and I had SO hoped it was Craig) and takes the dossier. (You knew there was no way he was passing that up, note taking freak that he is.) Then we go to the final test….AND THE SHOW IS OVER. What? I thought it was the finale. But no. Denied. That will be next week folks, complete with a return of all the other players for a reunion. Because this season was so bad we want to rehash it? No. We want to know who the Mole is now and just be done with it. Sigh. So….not the Finale. Sheesh. The series that won’t die.

Is it September yet? Can we get Our Phil back? Even our Probst would be welcome. And more Dancing With the Stars.

Okay, so lets backtrack to Sunday night’s Design Star, which was actually the finale. It was an entertaining enough hour where everyone but Mikey V returned for a mini-reunion. Can’t say I blame Mikey for the no show because it would have been a little challenging not asking him about the whole gay porn movie thing that has led to his suspension from the police force. Which sucks, btw. I hope he gains enough new clients from his, ahem, exposure on the show, to walk away from the hypocrites.

There was the obligatory look back at the wackiness, the tears, with some special focus on Tracee, Michael Stribling (who brought his mom with him - props for owning that moment, because, what else can you do really?) and Jen. But we finally got around to telling the world who is going to get their own television program (after giving them a cruise and a fistful of cash apiece…) And the winner? Jennifer! Who is deserving, but it wasn’t until the moment of that final reveal that I realized I must have wanted Matt to win a bit more, because I was a teesny bit disappointed when it wasn’t his name called. Hunh. But, for a so-so season, it was a decent enough ending. She could have looked a little more excited about the win, but I’m sure she was jumping up and down, screaming and yelling, on the inside. I hope.

Tonight is Death Valley Tuesday, where the only thing on is Big Brother, yawn, where we find out who wins POV, if Memphis is really leaving, or if we can finally, dear god, get rid of Jesse, if Keesha can be any more self serving in a game where, at least temporarily, you have to play well with others and not try to find a new boyfriend just because April did, and, oh yeah, if Dan could be any more freaking obvious about being America’s Player. Nice motivational speeches the other night though.

Don’t forget to check out Monday’s post for all the details on both the blog contest and the site contest going on right this very second! Thanks for all the kudos on the new site. I hope you find it easier to navigate and cheerful to look at.

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