So Janelle is HoH, and her room looks like it would please an unformed twelve-year-old, so as you can imagine, it pleases her. She chirps about how awesome she is and how dominant she is, and then she proceeds to hem and haw for an hour because she has no idea whom to nominate. Her bad-ass tendencies, it seems, are in conflict with the fact that she doesn't want anyone to be mad at her. She's also become fascinated with Will in spite of herself, so when he gives her an hour-long puppet show in the tub about why she should nominate floaters, she's suddenly not so sure she wants to nominate Will and Mike, as her alliance is encouraging. In other news, the food competition lands about half the house on slop, including a delightfully unhappy Marcellas. Ultimately, Janelle hedges by nominating Erika and Mike. Which...doesn't make a lot of sense, but it's becoming increasingly obvious that S6 has no plan other than talking a lot about the right way to play the game. Nobody misses Jase after the first five minutes, by the way.
Mike and Erika are on the block, and they're both nervous. By the time the veto competition comes around, however, Janelle has made a deal with Mike and Will to return to the idea of nominating a "floater" if Mike can get off the block. She tells Howie not to let Diane or Erika win the veto, and she then makes an enormously unsubtle effort to hand the veto to Mike and Will. Mike does walk away with it, and Janelle then chokes when trying to explain all this to her "alliance," which she has kept in the dark. Howie catches her flat-out lying to Kaysar and James, which...when Howie catches you, you're not doing very well. James can't believe she's going to pass up another opportunity to put Will up after she already went back on what he thought was their agreement to get rid of Will or Mike this week after he got rid of Jase like she wanted last week. So James is pretty much out of S6, and Janelle has alienated everyone, and after she nominates Diane, she basically doesn't have a friend in the world. In other news, half the house is subjected to the new Will Ferrell movie, about which they are strangely silent. I feel them on that one.
Erika and Diane are up on the block, and Princess Janelle wants Diane out. Everyone else sort of wants Diane to stay, but they've all promised to keep Erika since before the veto competition even happened, and nobody is in the mood to rock the boat, since it's clear that the S6 crew has lost power and there's about to be a scramble. So Diane is evicted 7-1 after Will throws a vote the other way, and she pitifully complains that it was all personal. After that, we start an endurance HoH competition, but if you want to know who won, you'll have to find yourself some spoilers. Things are just beginning to get interesting, thanks to Will (as usual), so there might be hope for the season, after all.
What I love about Big Brother is that sometimes, a Survivor or an Amazing Race contestant accomplishes something that makes me feel a little inadequate. I watch this show secure in the knowledge that I will never encounter that problem. Thank you, Big Brother, for never exploring what allows the human spirit to soar. Someone has to stay down here with all us flightless penguins, and I'm honored that it's you.
You'll remember that when we last left Biosuck II, Will had attempted to lead the week in accumulation of personal animosity by telling everyone how much he hated them, but he was upstaged by Jase, who flipped his streaky, spiky lid, then tried to chew the top off of Marcellas's head, resulting in his ouster. Janelle won HoH, and she did her hair-tossing dance of joy, flashed her sparkly teeth, and continued to pull the ears off of kittens for fun. (Okay, that's just a rumor that I'm kind of trying to start. A girl needs ambition, you know.)
Jase is unanimously re-evicted 9-0 in blue and white Rehash-O-Vision. The only event of note is that he does a little damage -- either intentionally or inadvertently -- to Danielle and Diane by saying that he wants them to walk him to the door. It's kind of like, "Before I am executed for treason, I just want to give shout-outs to my pals Frank and Pete in the Dallas office of the ATF. They know why. Rock on!" Mike tells us that it's better for Jase to leave than Will, but Mike is sad about the end of his allegiance with Jase, because they have the same "fighting spirit." So apparently, Jase has the kind of fighting spirit that asks other people's fighting spirits to step outside, but then if they say yes, says it won't even bother, because it has an early meeting and this is bullshit, man. Kind of the pansy-ass kind of fighting spirit, is what I'm saying.
Relatively recently bald Kaysar calls Jase's departure "heart-wrenching," meaning that Kaysar's heart brackets are in dire need of tightening. "This was probably the worst eviction yet," he says, in the same way in which he usually says things like that. The hardest week ever, the worst week yet, the hardest eviction of all time. I envision Kaysar out to dinner with friends, rubbing his head and saying, "This is probably the toughest salt shaker I've ever used." And then Kaysar looks somberly at us and says, "He left for strategical purposes." I'm aware that it's officially a word, "strategical," but it's just so ugly. And just as Chicken George's tin-foil suit kind of ruined the mood of last week's pity party for Nakomis, it's a little tough to get choked up in the face of George's "Mr. Fart" shirt. Mr. Fart is a person! With feelings! Not to mention gas.