Damn. I feel a tad guilty tangenting Questionable Content again because I’ve done, what, three tangents on it already? But… I mean, dude, really. It’s got a dolphin molesting a marine biologist! I had to tangent this one!

When I was in high school, I strongly wanted to become a marine biologist. I didn’t because of a couple of factors. First, I wasn’t sure how much of a career I could find as a marine biologist. It seemed one of those jobs that I could get a degree in and then never find work. (So naturally enough I went and got an English degree instead, and since haven’t been able to find work. Go with your dreams, guys. It’s better than having a piece of paper that you can’t do much with.) Second, when I started taking biology classes, it required dissecting things. Stuff preserved in formaldehyde. Seems when I start smelling formaldehyde I get rather ill and it takes all my concentration to hold down the contents of my stomach, let alone dissect things.

And I wanted to study life. Not death. So I put that dream behind me, along with the dream of wanting to study dolphin behavior and communication and try to figure out just how complex dolphin social structures are and all of that. Ellen is pursuing a dream I’m interested in.

Of course, I’m kind of lucky in that I’m a guy. We hear plenty of stories of female biologists being molested by male dolphins, but not too many of guys molested by dolphins. Though my friend Steve said that knowing my luck, I’d find the lone gay dolphin. It would squeak like Rip Taylor and wear bandannas around its muzzle.

Which, when you think of it, sounds like something that would be in Questionable Content.

Anyway, last week we had a bit of character development between Faye and Marten. It seems that our feisty indie lady is finally coming out of her shell… and opening up to Marten more. Which of course will make the inevitable backslide yet more annoying… oh wait, I’m thinking of Margaret from CRfH, who thinks that two steps forward and five steps back is progress.

Still, it’s nice to see how some of our secondaries are doing. It’s been weeks since we last saw Ellen and Steve, or Ellen’s roommate whose name escapes me at the moment. Of course, once Marten and Faye move into their new apartment we’ll be seeing a lot more of Ellen, I’m sure. But there have been times I’ve forgotten all about the move to a new apartment. I’m unsure how many people really think of it.

Personally, I still think Dora would make a better girlfriend for Marten than Faye. But I know Marten’s type. When we get a girl in our sights, we stay the course, no matter how ornery the girl is or how doubtful it is we’ll win her over. It’s called stupidity. Er, I mean being romantic.

Anyway, go! Read! And find out why it’s important the peaches aren’t ripe in New England right now!