As the sun rises over skull mountain here on doom island, the minions stir and prepare themselves for another day of appeasing their somewhat benevolent evil overlord ruler..
his gaudiness will often make a showing in the morning hours, as I, his humble servant grovel for my continued existence and he eats his cereal-that-hasn't-too-much-milk-added-or-it-goes-soggy and picks out the day's http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B9lZz8pO4J0/TZXryVxSkOI/AAAAAAAAAUA/ss_Tt_uYmZo/s1600/Blofeld%2527s+Cat.jpg to stroke villainously..
Sometimes he has the forty pairs of Siamese albino twins perform their synchronized swimming routine in the castle moat -and contrary to popular belief he doesn't let the crocodiles swim freely unless the girls really screw up.
..although the sharks are anyones guess.

Then it's off to the island's kung-fu commando ninja training academy for a day of preparing himself for the tasks he'll have to face later in life -today he made a drawing of 'spring' with a cow, a lamb, a farm and a penguin. A very nice composition indeed.
Then it's hard work signing off on the daily executions.. some play time, cartoons, dinner, a shower and off to bed-e-byes -he looks *so* cute in his little evil world domination pj's

I'll usually stay up a little longer cleaning away disemboweled entrails and moping up buckets of body fluids..
Ooh.. tomorrow's special though, we're blackmailing a -non disclosed- third world nation for nuclear materials
*cough-northkorea-cough*
