The neverending adventures of Percy Jackson

The Heroes of Olympus:
Book 3: The Mark of Athena
by Rick Riordan

Like most series that seem to go on and on forever, the middle book is always very well calculated and poised to repeat many of the same thematics from previous plot threads. The Mark of Athena did just that. It also prepared us for the final two books which will make their way onto bookshelves sometime later this year (Oct, 2013) and next year (2014), respectively.

I’m still semi-invested in the characters of the story; Percy, Jason, Hazel, Frank, Leo and Piper and Annabeth - but I’m borderline over the long-windedness of Gaea and her plight to rule the world.
I’m ready for the ultimate showdown.

I’m also ready and excited for the 2nd movie in the series to make its way to theaters:

Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters is coming to the big screen on August 7, 1013, woopwoop. I am so very excited.


B

Tide

I.

The first three months of my life were spent in total darkness, so it’s really all I’ve ever known.  Occasionally the blackness of my cavernous home would change from a lighter, grey-toned shade of dark to a pitch-black, ‘blind as a bat’ dark, but never was there this sunlight that my mother would whisper about when she told me stories of my future.

When my mother would go hunting with the rest of my family and I was left alone to stare at the rocks that surrounded my 85-pound body, my friend Scarlett – she’s a 6-foot electric eel who frequents the 4-foot deep pool of water that leads to my vast ocean home – would tell me about the sun and the moon and the day and the night.  She told me once how to follow the stars if I was ever lost.  The stars would always lead me home.  One of these days, I’ll get to witness the sun, the moon and all the starts. 

II.

          Tide has never seen the sun.  His first three months of life were spent in total darkness.  It’s all he has ever really known.  On occasion, the sheer pitch-blackness of his cavernous dwelling appeared lighter, but that was the closest he ever got to seeing the beauty of the sun. 

          Scarlett is Tide’s only friend.  She’s a 6-foot long electric eel.  She keeps Tide company when his family goes hunting.  Together they talk about the sun and the moon and the stars and day and night.  

          “The world is no place for a baby weddell seal.” Scarlett admitted. “If you ever get lost, the stars will always lead you home.”

III.

          I remember the day Tide was born.  I had just returned from the depths of Cray’s Hollow where I had been feasting on the most delicious orca carcass when I noticed Harvest performing acrobatics outside your family cave.  He was really excited about something.  I knew for sure that Tide was born when I heard the yelping.  Alonea sang him a song and he suppled milk from her tits. I waited behind a divot in the cave wall until Alonea and the family went hunting before I introduced myself.

          “Hi there, little one.  My name is Scarlett.  Is your name Tide?”

          “Yes, yes, my name is Tide.  Pleasure to meet you Scarlett.  Do you know where my mother went?”

          “Ah, yes dear, she is hunting.  She’ll be gone for a couple days, but do not worry.  I will keep you company.  I can teach you about the moon and the stars.  Did you know that if you are ever lost, the stars will always lead you home?”

          Tide smiled.

Girl Baby

I.

I have no idea how I managed to get myself all the way over here.  One minute I’m sitting on the fluffy red rug scratching my bald head and the next minute I’m floating across the room.  It must be the cat. 

I’ve known Cocoa since mom and dad brought me home from the hospital one year ago.  We are best friends even though I’ve never been able to catch up to her because she moves so fast.  Tonight however, those useless appendages below my smelly diaper came in extremely handy. 

First I got onto my hands and knees, which was easy to do because mommy had already sat me on my squishy bottom.  Then I started crawling at warp speed closer to where Cocoa was licking herself on the family sofa. My NASCAR-crawl was interrupted when I stumbled across my big brothers fire truck (it’s larger than me) blocking my path.  I decided to crawl over it, which is when I managed to prop myself up into the elusive standing position. 

That’s when I noticed how very close to the sofa I was, and before I could give it a second thought, I scooted myself across the fluffy red carpet until I crashed into the cushion side of the couch at full speed.  I am still out of breath.

 

 

 

II.

          “Hold on Stacy.  Let me put Sara on the floor real quick.  Ok, so, tell me everything.”  Cara propped the phone between her ear and her shoulder and she tossed her hands deep into the day’s laundry pile.  She was mid-fold of a pair of Tim’s boxer briefs when it happened.  “Stacy, I have to call you back.”

          Laura was on her feet in seconds.  She quickly swiped the screen of her smartphone to the left, hoping to open her video app in time to capture part II of Sara’s momentous first.  She was too late.  It was over.  She dialed Stacy.

          “It was incredible.  Seconds after I put her on the floor she plopped herself onto her stomach and scooted across the rug on her hands and knees.  Ha ha, she practically dove over Dylan’s fire truck.  And the next thing I knew, she was running at full speed towards the couch.  Cocoa seemed to be coaxing her.  Ha.  I wish I got it on video.  I’ll have to call you later Stacy, sorry.  I need to call Tim and mom and dad.  This is a big deal.”

          “Ha ha, no worries Laura.  I’ll talk to you later.”

          Laura turned to Sara and smiled. “So now you’re a walker, eh?”  She grabbed Sara by the waist and pulled her up to her vantage point, eye to eye.  “C’mon, let’s get you cleaned up.  We’ve got a big day ahead of us, you little walker you.”  Laura kissed Sara on the cheek and pulled her in close to her heart.  Sara giggled.

No Love for Rihanna

@rihanna

Da bitch was 3 hours late.

I didn’t wait around to watch her lip sync.

I was looking forward to dancing, but Rihanna’s own agenda took precedence over her fans.

That last statement implies that I am a fan. I am not.

I lost interest in her the day Chris Brown punched her in the face. I lost interest mainly because she willingly took him back into her life, despite the millions of young girls praying for her to use the very public act of violence as a chance to shed some light on the topic of domestic abuse. She failed miserably.

Such a faacking betch.

Britney Spears would never leave her fans waiting.

Neither would Pink.