Popular TV Characters Who Debuted After Their Show’s First Season
Seven of Nine, Star Trek: Voyager
Emma Peel, The Avengers
Frasier, Woody, Lilith and Rebecca, in Cheers
Detective Lenny Briscoe, Law & Order (in fact, Jerry Orbach played a defense attorney in an early season of the show)
Ziva David, NCIS
Captain John Sheridan, Babylon 5
Sherman Potter, BJ Hunnicutt - MASH
Dietrich (Steve Landesberg), on Barney Miller
Grant, Kari, and Tori - Mythbusters
Faith, on Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Amy Farrah Fowler, Big Bang Theory
D. B. Russell, CSI
Comic Book Guy, The Simpsons
Pointless nitpick: Though she wasn’t credited as a cast member yet, Kari Byron actually did appear in the Mythbusters pilot episode.
Next: Describe a recent dream.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it. At the end, in a great surprising reveal, two characters revealed their true nature which sabotaged the pilot – they chortled to each other, saying, “I wonder what they will come up with next week?” The scene then pulled back to reveal all the action happening on a TV screen; essentially, the entire dream was, in fact, the TV pilot I was working on, which got picked up and became a very successful series.
(Can we keep this concise by reducing each one to a one-liner?)
Next: Describe a recent dream.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
(I dreamt detailed artwork, in which I could freeze frame and analyze consciously in my half-asleep mind, with intricate and imaginative detail that I could never come anywhere near to in real life. Sometimes for several seconds to overlay the dreamt artwork onto things in my room that I could consciously see with my eyes open.)
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedromm on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedromm on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedroom on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was visiting with a friend who, in real life, is alive and well, but who was dying in the dream, and woke up feeling very sad - not for long, fortunately.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedroom on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was visiting with a friend who, in real life, is alive and well, but who was dying in the dream, and woke up feeling very sad - not for long, fortunately.
My son and I were running around the block, late at night, in our pajamas, trying to catch an armadillo with nets.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedroom on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was visiting with a friend who, in real life, is alive and well, but who was dying in the dream, and woke up feeling very sad - not for long, fortunately.
My son and I were running around the block, late at night, in our pajamas, trying to catch an armadillo with nets.
I was in the house I grew up in, when suddenly I started hearing a loud Jerry Lewis routine (“Hey, LADY!” over and over). Went outside, saw a huge RV parked in front of the house. The door opens and old-people tourists start pouring out and running all over our lawn, looking for water.
(This was just last night. No idea where it came from.)
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedroom on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was visiting with a friend who, in real life, is alive and well, but who was dying in the dream, and woke up feeling very sad - not for long, fortunately.
My son and I were running around the block, late at night, in our pajamas, trying to catch an armadillo with nets.
I was in the house I grew up in, when suddenly I started hearing a loud Jerry Lewis routine (“Hey, LADY!” over and over). Went outside, saw a huge RV parked in front of the house. The door opens and old-people tourists start pouring out and running all over our lawn, looking for water.
I was visiting my two best friends from high school (whom I haven’t seen in nearly 30 years) and realized as we were sitting down in her living room that they were trying to kill me. The weird part is I had no reason to think so, but felt it as clearly as I could see them.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedroom on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was visiting with a friend who, in real life, is alive and well, but who was dying in the dream, and woke up feeling very sad - not for long, fortunately.
My son and I were running around the block, late at night, in our pajamas, trying to catch an armadillo with nets.
I was in the house I grew up in, when suddenly I started hearing a loud Jerry Lewis routine (“Hey, LADY!” over and over). Went outside, saw a huge RV parked in front of the house. The door opens and old-people tourists start pouring out and running all over our lawn, looking for water.
I was visiting my two best friends from high school (whom I haven’t seen in nearly 30 years) and realized as we were sitting down in her living room that they were trying to kill me. The weird part is I had no reason to think so, but felt it as clearly as I could see them.
Last night, I dreamt there was a rekindling of an old dispute as to whether Red Schoendienst had legally been hit by a pitch in the 1952 All-Star baseball Game, by a Turkish pitcher (as the game was an international competition). It required an analysis of the position of his feet in the batter’s box, as new replay technology could show with greater detail.
Yeah, I got his autograph after a game in 1949. Mike Sandlock is now the oldest living ex-player, at 99, and I saw him play. Makes me feel old. Schoendienst’s 14th inning home run won the 1950 All-star game.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedroom on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was visiting with a friend who, in real life, is alive and well, but who was dying in the dream, and woke up feeling very sad - not for long, fortunately.
My son and I were running around the block, late at night, in our pajamas, trying to catch an armadillo with nets.
I was in the house I grew up in, when suddenly I started hearing a loud Jerry Lewis routine (“Hey, LADY!” over and over). Went outside, saw a huge RV parked in front of the house. The door opens and old-people tourists start pouring out and running all over our lawn, looking for water.
I was visiting my two best friends from high school (whom I haven’t seen in nearly 30 years) and realized as we were sitting down in her living room that they were trying to kill me. The weird part is I had no reason to think so, but felt it as clearly as I could see them.
Last night, I dreamt there was a rekindling of an old dispute as to whether Red Schoendienst had legally been hit by a pitch in the 1952 All-Star baseball Game, by a Turkish pitcher (as the game was an international competition). It required an analysis of the position of his feet in the batter’s box, as new replay technology could show with greater detail.
My wife woke up mad at me because of something I said to her in a dream.
I was writing the pilot for a TV series, accompanied by friends who were helping me develop the series as well as enemies who were doing their damndest to prevent it.
A couple years ago, I was unable for a while to sleep at night, and kept dozing off in the daytime, and having lucid dreams then, which were totally awesome.
I was at some big weekend shindig at a lovely Victorian mansion - we all had to wear period garb, but the dress and the shoes were uncomfortable, so I put on a slightly baggy suit and a fedora. “What period is that?” I was asked. “The 70s. You never heard of Annie Hall?”
I went with some friends to a bookstore that only exists in my dreams. While there, we were embarrassed because Frank Sinatra showed up and started singing, and we had to get him out of there.
My brother was calling me and my cell phone was ringing, but I could not get it to pick up. Then my brother walked into my bedroom on a cell phone (he lives in New Zealand and does not have one), but I was only concerned with my cell phone not working right.
I for some reason stepped out of an SUV I was driving while at a light and let it roll down a hill, then had to go with an odd assortment of my friends and dead relatives (they weren’t dead in the dream) to battle an Asian car theft ring to get it back.
I was visiting with a friend who, in real life, is alive and well, but who was dying in the dream, and woke up feeling very sad - not for long, fortunately.
My son and I were running around the block, late at night, in our pajamas, trying to catch an armadillo with nets.
I was in the house I grew up in, when suddenly I started hearing a loud Jerry Lewis routine (“Hey, LADY!” over and over). Went outside, saw a huge RV parked in front of the house. The door opens and old-people tourists start pouring out and running all over our lawn, looking for water.
I was visiting my two best friends from high school (whom I haven’t seen in nearly 30 years) and realized as we were sitting down in her living room that they were trying to kill me. The weird part is I had no reason to think so, but felt it as clearly as I could see them.
Last night, I dreamt there was a rekindling of an old dispute as to whether Red Schoendienst had legally been hit by a pitch in the 1952 All-Star baseball Game, by a Turkish pitcher (as the game was an international competition). It required an analysis of the position of his feet in the batter’s box, as new replay technology could show with greater detail.
My wife woke up mad at me because of something I said to her in a dream.
I am the lead actor in a play. Unfortunately I’ve totally forgotten it and never been to a single rehearsal, and now it’s opening night.
A recurring dream and clearly from the same producers as the “I have to get to class for the final” dream.
For Halloween:
Movie scenes or images that scared the crap out of you (with links if possible, though not required)