Here's the thing. This updated version of the zip code obsessed series? It's not good. I only keep watching on the off chance that there will be more cameos from Shannen Doherty and for my weekly glimpse of the amazing Gangy in action. But now. Now they've gone too far. They are taking my Jessica Walter away from me. (Not that they give me nearly enough of her to begin with.) Ausiello broke my spirit by informing the world that Walter's contract hasn't been picked up for the second half of the season, and the wonderful Lucille Bluth/Tabitha will only be around on a recurring basis.

I'm so upset about this I've had to stew about it for over an hour before I could even bring myself to blog it. In an effort to become more competitive with The Soup, the suits at Best Week Ever have decided to ditch the multiple panelist format starting October 24th in favor of just one host: Paul F. Tompkins. Now, I've loved Tompkins for years, and he is one of my favorite parts of the show, but he is just one of my many favorite parts of the show. The story says panelists will be back every once in a while, which is great, but think about it -- no more Frangela! No more Chuck Nice's "The Sizzler!" No more John Mulaney! No More Melissa Rauch! No more Doug Benson Bachelor rose ceremonies! No more everybody! I'm so upset. Why would they do this to me? Oh, and it gets worse, too.

I thought I'd made my peace with Deadwood being over. It ended two years ago and I was devastated by the unanswered questions and potential material still left to cover. (How the hell is the town going to change with Hearst gone, but with a new sheriff in town who doesn't want the job? Will Saul suck it up and marry Trixie already, or will he wuss out for his political gains?) I gave up on the long-promised TV movies a year ago when Al Swearengen told me that it was dead as a doornail. I was heartbroken. However, time has healed the gaping wounds that pained me more than Swearengen's knife twisting in a hooker. And while there is little else that comes close to this amazingly written and crafted show, I've learned to go on with my life. Mostly.

I like game shows a lot, I really do. And I know this is unforgivably blasphemous to say, but I have always hated The Price is Right. I don't trust a show that a) works perfectly sane people into a rabid mouth-foaming frenzy over the cost of dish soap, and b) sticks some pins in a board and asks contestants to drop a hockey puck aimlessly down it while standing anxiously by, hoping the hockey puck of destiny lands in just the right slot by pure, dumb luck like the lives of their entire family depends on it and calls it a legitimate game. Oh Plinko, how I hate you! It's the stupidest game in the entire world! It's so stupid it's not even a game! Hungry Hungry Hippos requires more skill. And ever since the Facebook app launched, all my friends have become obsessed with it and have to schedule serious chunks of time into their day to play it, like it's the damn second coming of Tetris.

If you've been watching this Amazing Race season, you've likely noticed that one competitor, Terence, of the Terence and Sarah (and not Terrance and Phillip, as I'm dying to call them) team is a ticking time bomb of rage and what I can only describe as seething homicidal tendencies. Why do I think these awful things? He doesn't want his girlfriend Sarah to talk to other people who are not him at all (and this is not negotiable), he's prone to screaming fits with little to no provocation, and sometimes he gets imaginary cuts that he forces her to blow on if she's not paying him what he deems as enough attention, like he's a five-year-old. Which he is, in so, so many ways. But, like, a five-year-old who maybe keeps some severed heads in his freezer. Sarah, as Oda Mae Brown from Ghost would say, "You in danger, girl."

Gentlemen, grab your condoms and head on over to the VH1 casting offices. You can win a chance to date Daisy de la Hoya, she of Rock of Love fame. You remember, she was the one that looked like Janice from The Muppet Show and was super slutty. So if you are one of those Plushies or have been dying to pick up Bret Michaels' sloppy seconds (and STDs), now's your chance. And there's good news for you internet porn lovers: you don't even have to move from your computer, you can apply online to be a part of the skankfest. And then fans, or people who can't turn away from this massive, disgusting trainwreck, can vote on whether you are worthy to compete for a chance at sleeping with getting a blow job from dating Daisy.

More 30 Rock stuntcasting news: Salma Hayek will appear in two episodes next season, but that's OK, because Page Six's "sources" assure us that she'll actually be playing a character and not just pulling a Jerry Seinfeld. As if that's any consolation. There are going to be so many guest-stars next season I couldn't even name them all off the top of my head. I had to look them all up, and I'm probably even missing a few: Jennifer Aniston, Blake Lively, Leighton Meester, fricking Oprah, now Salma Hayek and God knows who else to come because you know we're not done with this yet. Tina Fey, we want to make it very clear that we love you and do not in any way doubt your genius, but no matter what NBC tells you, 30 Rock is not a variety show, and you are not Dean Martin. So stop it.

So a sad rumor leaked today for all of us Sarah Connor Chronicles fans (the few! The proud!). Apparently Fox is fed up with the show's low ratings -- particularly the fact that it's not being watched by those sexy 18 to 49-year-olds advertisers are obsessed with for no good reason. They're also terrified that the show is bringing down their beloved Prison Break's ratings by being a less than stellar lead-in. So they're pretty much just going to cancel it, possibly as early as tomorrow. Literally. Tomorrow. It's no secret that the show is inconsistent and has a lot of storytelling problems, and I'm still in the camp that believes Lena Headey was miscast as Sarah Connor (I do, however, think she's a good actress. I just don't think she's right for this particular role), but Summer Glau and Brian Austin Green are fantastic, and so are a lot of the other actors and characters. The show has many, many moments of sheer fun, and I honestly do kind of miss it already. Wow, sorry to go all Maudlin Mindy all over everyone. I didn't mean to! Now go watch some cyborgs get the party started after the jump!

There's a lot of great stuff happening on TV this fall. But there are a few things that are just driving me nuts and I've got to get them off my chest.

First, Knight Rider. The show has got issues, but it is breaking one of my cardinal TV rules. No. 14: Thou shalt not name TV characters the same name as one of their previous characters. It's just needlessly confusing. Especially in the case of Paul Campbell on the newly incarnated TV series. Campbell used to star on Battlestar as Madame President's right hand man. He was Billy. Adorable and helpful! He died too soon, but even that was really sweet. Now he's sort of another kinda geeky guy manning a computer on Knight Rider and he's named Billy. Not cool. Just hurts my head. It's far from the worst problem with that show -- really, you don't want to get me started -- but it is the one that currently irks me the most.

Because virtually the only pilot news we ever read anymore is either a remake or a literary adaptation, I bring you the latest of the former. The Partridge Family is being remade as a modern, "tongue-in-cheek" update of the series, which, I mean, I guess it's possible that it could be a scathing satire of the current state of the music industry, with a giant nod to the fact that only teens with television shows sell any records anymore, but this is Hollywood we're talking about. This thing will be on CBS or something and it will be a family show about a family playing family songs in a familial fashion on their family Hum-V (well, it's an update) and we'll all learn valuable lessons about family values and sitting down at the table together every night for pot roast and Tang. That being said, if Bonaduce's involved, I am so in!