Happy seasonal frogs.

http://hpstm.tc/4qw by @regularjen #hipstamatic

Firing her up. The anticipation of speed is second to none. Hey, you knew we were taking the ship out, right?

Finally we leave.

At the terminal now. Listening to the moronic babbling of a nearby mother to her hideously grubby child. Hungry. Bored. Still two hours.

Feeling the urge to travel.

Fishdog is searching. Searching for you sweetie

FishDog finds the tracking a challenge. AngelSpoon eludes his clutches still. Patience, FishDog, patience, every step draws her nearer.

What's this? Someone is helping Kirk? Now there's an intriguing twist to his planned fate!

Gave me the slip! She's more resourceful than I thought, that one.

She's stewed long enough. Think you can hide from me? Yeah, yeah, hide little lady, hide till you feel my return.

One of these days I'll not have to answer to the likes of him! Take time, you old dog, take time, it'll be yours soon enough.

That's his call now.

It's almost time and I don't have anything to report. Perhaps I should have sliced it out of her. And I shouldn't have trusted that Kirk!

Let you stew in there for a while, my angel. You'll soften up nicely overnight. By the morning, you'll tell me where you've hidden it.

Oh, I know where you're hiding...

I could rip this damn place apart. WHERE IS IT? You're hiding someplace I can smell you!

It's showtime.

Sat outside. I'll give it a minute, the lights are off but I'm sure she's at home. She rally thought the topiary would put me off. Therapy.

Having a good smoke before the fire. Too cold to venture out today. But it's not cold for all of us. Heh!