Party Down is an immensely funny and enjoyable little show, but it's so stressful to be a fan of. Jane Lynch left, Adam Scott's leaving, Lizzy Caplan and Ryan Hansen have pilots going on, nobody watches it -- there's just so much working against it. I know Starz doesn't have the ratings expectations and subscribers of other cablers (and that the show's Netflix and demand numbers elevate things), but last week's premiere got a paltry 126,000 viewers. Best case scenario is the talent keeps leaving; worst case scenario is this season is the last one.

A new Sloan is going to be ushered into the world tonight. Wonder if it will come out winking at the nurses and trying to bang all the other babies in the nursery? Either way, it means that Mark is going to have to cope with the fact that his daughter, Sloan Sloan, is still giving the baby boy up for adoption. Though this is Grey's Anatomy world... either the kid is doomed or they'll find a way to keep the baby around. I just hope that it means the end of anything Sloan Sloan related, because that girl drives me crazy.

It's Jersey Shore gone geriatric, which is a scary proposition. I'm hoping though that there are less hot tubs and no one sports anything resembling JWoWW's tops. This candid reality show is set in a retirement community in an Arizona town named Surprise. Why does that make me think this could be a nudist colony? Anyway, in the pictures and previews, the over-60 set all seem to have their clothing on, which is a relief.

We don't ordinarily combine two shows here in Going Through Channels, but considering that even together these barely are able to hold our interest long enough to write a couple paragraphs, they are lucky to get mentioned at all.

When last we left this show... so much awesome happened. Seriously, I'm not sure that this show will ever be able to top it. I mean, I sincerely hope that it does, and this show has been full of surprises and pulling out the stops and really rocking this year, but Chuck and Sarah together, Morgan being part of the team, Casey getting his job back and Sarah's ex being permanently removed from the picture? Where do you go from there?

Who's ready for some Sunday! Sunday! Sunday! rip-roarin' Hallmark Films entertainment?! I know I am... not. I feel bad for Winona Ryder and everything for having to be in this, but a Hallmark movie about the marital problems of the founders of Alcoholics Anonymous and Al-Anon sounds somehow even harder to watch than the Jack Kevorkian movie I just endured.

I did not think I was going to like Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution, but as I've explained before, this show is great (flash mobs aside). Even though it feels like Jamie is just starting to make progress in Huntington, tonight is the last we'll see of his revolution. Celebrate with homemade vegetable stir-fry!

It's the final episode! ...And I'm already kind of depressed, because I think the wrong three are going to Fashion Week. I can't say I was a fan of every outfit Jay made this season, and there were a couple of Mila's that I really liked, but based on what they showed the judges in their run-off, Jay's collection was infinitely more interesting, and not just because he used color while Mila focused on the as-yet-unexplored realm of black.

More painful to watch than the early audition rounds, more overly padded than your traditional results show, more irritating than Kara's pawing all over Simon... it's Idol Gives Back. After a year off from the fundraising and helping the world, this in-show telethon is back again to wreak havoc on my normal viewing schedule. It takes up two hours of a Wednesday evening and will be filled with celebrities and former Idol contestants doing good all around the world.

All things considered, this season of 16 and Pregnant has been enjoyable. It's not that I like seeing teenagers suffer -- though I've read enough comments in our forums and on MTV.com to know that people definitely get a sense of schadenfreude from watching this show -- it's just that the drama on it is super compelling. And I have to admit, I get a sense of satisfaction knowing that I'll never be in a relationship with a 17-year-old boy ever again... probably.