It’s strange how many good things are a matter of degrees. Tenacity is good, obsession is bad. Ambition is good, but ambition at the expense of others is also bad.

Then you get the murky ones. When does hope become a bad thing? How can you tell the difference between that and desperation?

Throughout Islanded we see people hold out for hope. Galactica seems to be in its death throes and all the Cylon goop has done is bring out the frustration in the joint Cylon-human repair crews. Then the tragedy happens.

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Bioshock on the 360 was an absolutely fantastic game. Great story, it played well, and it looked awesome. So, when the teaser for Bioshock 2 came along, I was quite excited, and nervous at the same time. Excited because I look forward to a continuation of the story of Rapture. Nervous because I’m hoping that they’ll avoid the “Sophomore Slump” that tend to plague sequels. I’m really looking forward to the next issue of Game Informer, because of this cover that shows us a glimpse of a new enemy, the Big Sister.  I’m guessing the Big Sisters will be faster and more agile than their lumbering Big Daddy counterparts. Of course, once they got rolling, the Big Daddies were pretty fast, so that’s a frightening concept. Seems that GI has a 10-page story about Bioshock 2, so I’m looking forward to reading that.

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This would happen…

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George Gershwin is one of my favorite composers because he infused his songs with so much contradiction. He took playful jazz elements and mixed them with a truly epic and iconic classical symphony for Rhapsody in Blue. And with the song where the episode gets its name from, he turned a simple love ditty into something more poignant and wistful. Something longed for than fully realized.

Because while it is a song about companionship and having a loved one who watches after you, it also speaks to the hope for someone, anyone to have a personal investment in you. A guardian angel. For a benign force to take personal stake in your well-being. For someone up there to like you or at the very least give a damn.

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