Results show. This week: Two shows, no waiting. Thank whoever decided House and Bones wouldn’t air tonight. And my Tuesdays are still bereft, even with those two goodies (no, they’re not on the same level, don’t bother accusing me of thinking so, but I enjoy both nevertheless), without the television awe that was Veronica Mars.

That famous choreographer who hasn’t performed on TV in four years? I seriously must not be cool enough, because that was fairly repellant.

Drew and Cheryl are much more my style. Even if Wayne Newton still is not. The season they won was the only season I didn’t watch. As Jeff Foxworthy says, won’t do that again.

Cuban’s not even in the bottom two? Damn it. Who in the hell will be? He and Floyd were the only ones who came close to deserving it.

Mel and Maks. Ouch. I have to say Jane deserves to stay more than Mel (slightly), so that’s appropriate given Cuban’s inexplicable escape. Next time, Gadget.

Bye-bye, Floyd. Thank you, thank you, for lifting the standard of the early-eliminated athletes up from Clyde Dreckler.