Greetings, purveyors of quality babies,
It's been a busy month and a half since my last missive, but I thought you might like an update on my recent relocation to a new evil lair.
Sadly, all the volcanoes in San Jose were taken by other neferious types, so I had to settle on a spiffy apartment complex that looks a little bit like Italy.
Here is the main entrance to my new domain,
and here is the view from my bedroom window.
This is the area I have for my crib of doom,
and here is the corner for my diaper changing table... of doom.
Somehow, the parental units were able to squeeze the couches from Uncle Paul's place into this new location...
and gladly sacrificed their books so that I had somewhere to stash my toys.
One bonus to this new pad is the close vicinity of a splendid training ground where I shall be toughening up my recruits.
Here they will discover new definitions of pain as I put them through their paces on the swing of doom...
...the slide of doom...
...and the parallel bars of mild discomfort.
Recently, I visited some friends' houses. My associate and wheel-man, Oliver, held a Pirate-themed birthday party recently, and I not only shivered my timbers, but I also press-ganged Uncle Paul into being my cabin boy.
I also met up with another diabolical genius, Arusha, who showed me the joys of drumming,
followed by a demonstration of her own, evil meglomaniac chair.
I must admit, it was more comfortable than the chair I built for myself at home.
In other news, I am honing my hand-to-hand combat skills via unprovoked attacks on my creaking old dad. He is prone to yell "Not now, Kato!"
I am also learning to drive,
and thoroughly enjoying feeding myself.
I'll finish up this memo with a few random images showing how I have successfully integrated myself into society, but first, I must show you what happened after dad made me watch Close Encounters of the Third Kind.
Enjoy the snaps!