“Well there’s 80 minutes of my life I’ll never get back”
----Mark Waid
(Comics Writer)

It’s fun to watch unsold pilots. It’s fun to second-guess the network executives who passed on a particular show. It’s fun to get a glimpse in to an alternate world where a show may have lasted a whopping 13 hours on Fox, rather than just one. For me, the highlight is seeing the kind of high-concept crap that people developed with no real thought of how they’re going to keep it going.

Ah, the summer doldrums, when young man’s fancy turns to thoughts of love and TV networks burn off their unsold pilots in an attempt to amortize their development costs. It’s romantic, really. We get a chance to meet and bond with characters that we’ll never see again, never get to know; we get a glimpse down a road the network, in it’s wisdom, decided not to travel down. We get to test the waters of what the suits think us hayseeds will like. We get a window in to which failed shows from the last few seasons the other suits feel are worthy of ripping off.