It is with sadness that we must now mourn the death of Sarah Jessica Parker's Mole. Mole, born in 1965 in Nelsonville, Ohio, made its debut on the lower quarter of Sarah Jessica Parker's face about two millimeters below the right corner of her mouth, and subsequently went on to star as Annie on Broadway, in the cult '80s show Square Pegs, and opposite a youthful Helen Hunt in the movie Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. In the late '80s, Mole dated notorious bad boy Robert Downey, Jr. but wisely severed ties with the troubled actor in order to focus on its career. It also had a relationship with the late John F. Kennedy, Jr.

Hit the reboot button. That's what ABC is doing this fall, working harder to rejigger returning scripted shows than to introduce new ones. Thanks to the winter's coma-inducing writers strike, network suits with good reason fear that we barely remember last fall's truncated newbies, like Dirty Sexy Money, or even midseason arrivals like Eli Stone. Or that when we do, we're not so gung-ho to revisit whatever vague recollections linger in brain cells since lashed by the likes of Wipeout.

So during ABC's two days this week at the Television Critics Association's L.A. fall-preview press tour, the network presented only one new scripted series -- a New York-ization of the '70s cops in the witty British drama fave Life on Mars. Instead, ABC's promotional and creative efforts this strike-slapped season will shift away from launching fresh/untested titles and toward nurturing familiar/underachieving shows to reach their full potential.

Former Dawson's Creek cutie Katie Holmes made a big splash this week when it was announced that she'd be returning to the small screen in a guest role on Eli Stone. Her former co-star Joshua Jackson also landed a gig on the hopefully decent fall series Fringe. Not to even mention that practically the entire cast of 90210 is either heading back for the spinoff or adamantly denying that they are (they'll change their minds in a year.) Apparently everything old (well, 15 years old) is new again. Yay! Here are the ten people we'd really like to see back on the small screen in a nice juicy recurring role or guest gig.

By no means would I say I'm a Joss Whedon freak. Or at least I wasn't. Until now. Up to the advent of Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog, I was one of the uninitiated. Now though. Now. Joss for President. His genius casting (could Neil Patrick Harris be any awesomer? I can't even contemplate), frankly surprising knack for musical composition, penchant for creating characters like the still-faceless Bad Horse, Thoroughbred of Sin and penning lines like the aforementioned "The hammer is my penis" (it's all in the delivery, trust me)... I'm a convert. I'm a butt-crazy, beatific member of the cult of Joss. The second installment of the three-part series -- which is already generating talk of a Broadway and a film adaptation -- is so disarmingly weird and hilarious, I might actually have to change my Feelings About Musicals status from Aggressively Indifferent to Subjectively Stoked. Mr. Whedon, I salute you.

Umm... I don't really like to speak ill of Jack Bauer, so... I'm just not going to say anything about the 24 movie trailer except that you can watch it after the jump. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go find a way to super glue my broken 24-loving heart back together. It's been broken since 2005, so it's about time I did something about it.

Ooh, how does this taste, Top Chef? CBS has managed to out-product-placement the most product placement-y reality show of our time with a new show called Jingles. Hosted by American Idol season 2 cast-off Kimberly Caldwell (yeah, I know), the Mark Burnett-produced series will see aspiring songwriters competing by writing and singing commercial jingles for a variety of products -- take that, Top Chef Glad Wrap pantry! Leave this to the professionals!

The folks over at Scrubs are reportedly delighted to finally have a network that takes them seriously. The move from NBC to ABC has resulted in all kinds of fancy star treatment like set visits from the network (this had apparently never once happened at NBC, according to creator Bill Lawrence, which seems awfully rude of them), and now, to get you hyped for the show's mid-season ABC premiere, the network has ponied up the dough for six webisodes, set to premiere this fall.

I hate Emmy nomination announcement morning. I come in to work all full of summer happiness and then end up feeling annoyed for the rest of the day. Every. Single. Year. I knew it was going to happen based on the short lists, but still, how is Boston Legal still considered one of the best shows on television? It certainly isn't better than The Wire. I'm about ready to throw in the towel on this antiquated awards show. Either that or start a vigilante group to go after nomination voters in the night. Oh, that's a great idea for a reality show. Irritated television critic goes crazy and starts posting pictures of Dexter in people's homes, threatening that he'll come after them unless they start choosing better shows. That said, I am happy that Dexter made the list, and even happier that Grey's Anatomy didn't.

Finding love in the wild world of reality TV, it is just hard to know if a girl is a skank or a ho. If she's just a famewhore who wants some media attention, or if she really truly loves you with your venereal diseases and all. That's why Bret Michaels, who thought he found love twice before, is on the hunt again with Rock of Love 3. This is the most disgustingly awesome news we've heard all day.

Upon hearing the news that Kurt Russell, my favorite movie star in the whole damn universe, is a leading contender to take over William Peterson's role on CSI, I had mixed emotions. First I was like, "The Kurt! On the TV! Yes!" But then I remembered that I don't watch CSI, I've never even seen CSI, and the only things I know about CSI are that they talk about pubic hair on it a lot (Reno 911 told me!) and that it's my 90-year-old grandmother's favorite show. We don't watch the same shows because she's 66 years older than I am, so naturally we have different tastes in what she likes to call "progr'ms."