To find out about the whole "Scott and Jean" concept, go here. Basically, it's something geeky that you can find no fault with and cannot believe someone else possibly could.

In the middle part of this decade, writer Mark Waid and artist Mike Wieringo had quite possibly the best run on "Fantastic Four" since Lee and Kirby. Maybe even better.

They did lots of interesting things, like making Johnny Storm a character I cared about even a little bit, bringing Sue and Reed Richards' kids into the story in a big way and maintaining the just-plain likableness of Benjamin J. Grimm, the ever-lovin' blue-eyed thing.

But more than any of that, Waid and Wieringo got Dr. Doom right.

In back-to-back stories, Waid's Doom killed his childhood love, Valeria, by tricking her into falling back in love with him. Death by love is a fucked-up way to go. As soon as her love came back due to Doom's almost-convincing emotional outpouring, she was reduced to a skeleton (always a nice touch). That (somehow) gave Doom super-awesome magic powers, because that's how comics work.

Then Doom used those super-awesome magic powers (and a shaky alliance with some demons) to send Reed Richards' kids to hell. That's right, hell.

Sure, the Fantastic Four beat him and all (comics are totally biased towards inept, preening superheroes), but only because Doom refused to say he was anything but the most kickass dude in the universe. Because he is.

Some people didn't like the new, more magic-based Doom. Yeah, they said, Doom always did a little bit of magic, but he was almost always a science guy. They said his new mask and costume looked silly. They didn't like how uniformly evil and selfish he was. They liked the more nuanced, nobility-seeking Doom of earlier runs.

And you know what? Fuck them.