It all started with a simple phrase: “That’s my Scott and Jean.”
Said phrase was uttered by friend-of-Alert-Nerd Dan Faust on that bastion of 140-character social networking, Twitter. And said phrase means, essentially, “That is my geek sacred cow, the one topic I cannot discuss rationally because it makes me too insane/angry/scary-eyed.”
We had a thought: why not challenge a bunch of nerdbloggers to reveal their Scott and Jeans/geek sacred cows for all the world to see? It will either be incredibly fun or result in a bunch of smashed laptops!
Why Scott and Jean as the term’s namesake? Well, given the history and drama behind their coupling, they seem to provoke a good degree of, ahem, passion in a lot of people. Including Sarah.
This post will serve as a master list of all the “What’s Your Scott and Jean?” posts appearing across the web — check back, as it will be updated throughout the day. And if you have a link to share, email sarah AT alertnerd DOT com.
Scotts and Jeans:
Alert Nerd: Our Scott and Jeans
Phoning It In: “Trust Me!”
Geeked: My Scott and Jean
The Book Smugglers: That’s Our Scott and Jean
Fantastic Fangirls: Q & A 22 – What is your “Scott and Jean”?
Faust’s Fantastically Fantasmagoric Forum: My “Scott & Jean”: You Can’t Spell “Dark Knight Detective” Without “Dark” and “Detective”
Love Dat Joker: Mad Love: My Scott and Jean
Bill Wendel: My Scott and Jean: Stan Lee
The ISS: My “Scott and Jean”: Waid and Wieringo’s Magic Dr. Doom
Confessions of a Retconned Fangirl: My Scott & Jean: Or Leave My Hawks Alone!
The Discriminating Fangirl: What’s Your Geek Sacred Cow?
Ashley Awesome: newsflash: you are an idiot
david brothers @ 4thletter!: My Scott & Jean: Knowing When To Let Go
Jeff Lester @ The Savage Critics: My Scott, Your Jean: Jeff Takes A Quick Look at His Sacred Cows.
Written World: Sir Gawain: Great Knight, or Greatest Knight? Those are your only choices.
The Fount of Useless Information: Geek Apologetics: “My Scott and Jean”
Nothing Challenging or Specific: Are you f*@$ing kidding me, Brett Ratner? My geek sacred cow…
Suicide Aint’ a Viable Career Option: The Geek Sacred Cow aka my Scott and Jean aka Incoherent Ramblings
Reporting on Marvels and Legends: My Scott and Jean
The Secret of the Wednesday’s Haul: I’ll stick with you baby for a thousand years
Comic Overload: Barry Allen is F’ING DEAD – DEAL WITH IT
Clay Harrison: My Scott and Jean
Comic By Comic: No Scott & Jean for me
Gaming Angels: Made of Awesome: Dr. Strange
Thunderdog: My “Scott and Jean” Issue: Magneto’s Un-Death
The Nut and the Feisty Weasel: My Scott & Jean: Wasted Story Potential, Part 1
The Nut and the Feisty Weasel: My Scott & Jean: Wasted Story Potential, Part 2
Comics Should Be Good! @ Comic Book Resources (Brian Cronin): My Scott and Jean
Once Upon a Geek: What’s Your Geek Sacred Cow
But Before I Kill You: My Scott and Jean: Aquaman Is Awesome Whether You Like It Or Not
Comics Should Be Good! @ Comic Book Resources (Greg Hatcher): Friday with Scott and Jean and other sacred cows
Club Parnassus: Rant the Second: My “Scott and Jean”
Shea Koshan: My Scott and Jean: Please Fire Mr. Way
Sifting through some old interviews and such, I came across a little piece I did on Warren Ellis circa his Counter-X Plotmaster days, wherein he briefly touched on the rumored Transmetropolitan flick. Nothing was really cookin’ at the time — there had been, he noted, a dinner with Patrick Stewart, but that was about it. The comment made me wonder if anything had transpired since then, or if anything was, in fact, transpiring RIGHT AT THIS VERY MOMENT.
According to good ol’ occasionally unreliable Wikipedia and interviews linked therein, the Stewart version never came to fruition, but Ellis and Darick Robertson do like the idea of Tim Roth in the role. I must say, Roth certainly has the snarl down pat, and look! He’s even wearing little Spider Jerusalem-esque shades in his IMDb profile picture. That said, I can’t help but cling to the idea of Stewart playing the part, even though he’s aged out of it. Is it the unmatchable baldness? The amazing head shape? The fact that something in me just wants to see Picard get fucking nasty?
Well, whatever. Here are a few other imaginary castings that have gotten stuck in my brain lately.