When the Bloody High-life Calls...

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“How do you like the Queen?” said the Cat in a low voice.

“Not at all,” said Alice. 

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There is not much I am able to spot from the little corner of Euphoria that I am fortunate enough to inhabit...
What with flutters, sparklies, trees and teacups flying everywhere, there isn't really a lot going on.

... and balloons... I may have forgotten to mention that little detail.

However...
If I happen to take a short stroll northwards from there and peep just a little bit more west from there, I am able to spot a shimmer of red...

Squint now... you may be able to spot it.

What? Closer? Very well...

... That may be too close. A bit rear-wise, if you please.

Oh, HA HA! I am sure we are all amused at the sight of my REAR.
Now can we PLEASE get back to the original purpose of this thingamajig we are trying to behold?!

Ah, incredible. An amazingly easy task made difficult, then made fulfillingly easy after unnecessary complication. Ay ay ay, what am I working with here?

Yes, the Bloody Big-Head Herself's Castle.

Naturally, we all have... Well, DIFFICULT afflictions with this castle.
Mostly the fact that we all have once or more in our lives feared the cold edge of the headsman's axe slice our noggins off our rather composite extremity, therefore ending our mad and confused little lives in a most gruesome and... Rather cringeable way, shall I say.

Now I know what you're thinking...
But no such luck.
I am simply having my evening bath.

The Dead-Pool is where we would all have wound up, had we not been saved by the champion herself.
But then, maybe we will all end up there somehow anyway?
We are, if not unlucky, very clumsy here.

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“No, no!” said the Queen. “Sentence first—verdict afterwards.”
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But going to the castle itself is perfectly safe and harmless now.
After all, she has been exiled for life. 

Goodness knows where she has gone now, and whose lives she's making miserable even as we speak. 

Poor devils.

The inside of the castle hints at the fact that the Queen did have a smidge of taste, although her obsession with red makes me believe she was AT LEAST half vampire.
Imagine THAT fan-fiction brought to life.

But it's well lit up, there are rooms filled with all kind of oddities and interesting artefacts left behind by the Queen of Tarts. 

(Sorry, i couldn't help myself with that one.)

There's even a games room, and I tried having a game of Zilch with the Cat...

... but at the slightest hint of failure or loss, he vanishes.
But I take his cowardice as a loss. So.. I won.

Though what is winning if the chance to boast is taken from it?

As there was really nothing else to do rather than playing Whack-A-Mole by myself, imagining it to be the Cat appearing in miniature form and ending up destroying the blasted thing because he gets on my nerves... 

(It's alright, Hatter... Breathe. Breeeeeeeathe.)

I decided to take a trip to the ballroom.
And those stairs are always more of a pleasure to get down rather than up, worse still if you've had a couple of FloatyPops or DruckleJuices.

I call it the I.W.D. "Impossible When Drunk."

But when you get down there...

It's a sight that pictures cannot do justice, no matter how much sugar, honey, sprinkles, unicorn-dust and rainbow-matter you drizzle over it.

The ballroom looks elegant enough for a duke or duchess, but yet is available for all the people who cares to visit and take themselves time to indulge and be amazed by all the wondrous things this place has to offer.

But the one thing I came here for...

... was only applicable in liquid form.
Because as much as I wanted to, there is no option here to dance.
Furthermore, there was no one to dance with, other than the Cat, and, well...
Just no.

But after a couple of drinks I must have thought it was time to take on the stage.
I have never been known to be very artistic...

... and it always ends up the same way...

And THEN the pop kicked in.

Yes, it is never pretty afterwards, so I shall refrain from depicting it to you. But let's put it this way:
What is needed to clean it up is
-A hammer
-A blowtorch
-A tear from the bandersnatch

-24 ugly goslings

-3 fat slugs

And most importantly:
-A mop made out of stainless steel, with titanium bristles.

Imagine the shopping trip. What a marvel, I have to say.

Anyway, I shan't take up more of your time!

Thank you very much for joining me on my new adventure!
Follow to hear more from me and get updates, and as an added bonus, I am going to put this CLICKABLE link here, so that you can learn more about Euphoria and all its wonders and marvels!

Thank you yet again! Take good care, fellow madmen and women!

Tattybye for now!

Top Hats, Top Shrooms

"It's ALWAYS six o'clock!"

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Well... I suppose this is a way of spending a Sunday night for some. I just seem to have a problem with adjusting to it myself, let alone enjoy it to its potential.

The bed is comfortable, though.

"So how did you end up there, Hatter?"

Why, I'm glad you asked, Random Letters That Appeared on the Wrong Side of the Post!

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“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where -' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.”

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So as you may (Or may not, for that matter) be familiar with:
You have to be careful with what you eat and drink in Euphoria. 

For as much as we would all care to be certain heights, there are different rules about physics that do not apply anywhere else than here, and two of them are highly warned of and repeated heavily:

"One side makes you taller, another makes you shorter."

And these words should be VERY MUCH imprinted into your mind, said over and over about a hundred times, maybe less if you are being chased by men in white suits because your sanity seems questionable when you repeat things over and over to yourself...

Point being, you have to remember these things.
because sooner or later, during a leisurely stroll through Euphoria, where you feel at ease and seemingly no harm can come to you...
You trip over THIS:

And if you're not careful... You'll be trippin' HARD.

And at a first glance: I get it.

The colours are magnificent.

The magnitude of the mushrooms and the path in between them all seems very alluring and inviting.

The patch in the middle seems to be holding something that keeps spewing off random vowels everywhere, and I would not blame you if you did take a long walk into it and got lost.

But please do heed my words.

Whatever you do,

Do not drink the soda.

Too airy for comfort.

Yes, you read it right. Soda.
The wildly refreshing beverage that you are so used to in your everyday life, the one you indulge yourself in without thinking of the consequences in the long run.

Neither do you care, for this beverage is the single most obvious statement of "I drink and eat what I wish, even if it potentially rot my teeth if I do not brush them like the dentist so eagerly tells me to do."

But we want our dentists to keep their jobs, don't we? 

Shouldn't we at least give them the satisfaction of knowing that as long as they are around, they are needed? 

But I promise you: There is no dentist in the world that can cure what this will do to you.

If you would like the long story, I will write a blog entry dedicated entirely to the usage of this evil concoction.

But for now, I'll give you the shortest of stories about the consumption of this colourful temptation:

Don't.

So on a lot of these fungatious mushies that inhabit this patch of land, you may have yourself a seat.
Enjoy the sights, breathe that fresh, spore-y and exquisite Euphorian air and surprise any oncoming lost souls that feel they may just give up and live here. 

(I have to wonder if I could cut out a decent home for someone in one of these mushrooms... Hmmm... Not exactly a hatting job, but... I may know a carpenter...)

And if you find your cheeks getting numb (Top or bottom ones? Assuming you haven't taken a bite out of the big red fungi, you may assume your bottom.), you may take a little bit of a smaller stroll down the trail, where Absolem himself will be awaiting you.

The last picture I can remember.. Damn caterpillar.

So as we all have figured out, Absolem is the all-knowing, wise, snatty and, most of all, annoyingly temperamental caterpillar that asks you to either recite pointless poems that he is going to correct anyway, or that he takes time to indulge in his rather disturbing habit (Disturbing as in "Not material for a kids film") 

of smoking SOMETHING OR OTHER from his hookah pipe and exhaling smoke in the form of the vowels that we all need to function.

I mean, just imagine going a day without using them. 

Tht wld b vr dffclt.

So here is where everything got fuzzy, and I am certain that I cannot have what he has, or I would not be in the sticky situation I am in right now.

Oh well, should I lose my head again, I shall have to ask you all very kindly to find it and sew it back onto my shoulders.

There'd be a reward. (Hint: It's got T in it.)

TattyBye for now!

Sparklies, Twinklies, Stars and Tea-trays

"Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Bat,
How I wonder where you're at.
High above the world you fly,
like a tea-tray in the sky..."

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If there is one thing in Euphoria you can be sure of, (And you can be sure about a LOT of things, but I assure you... You'll never be surer than this.) it is the fact that, as soon as your feet touches Euphorian soil... 

... you are IMMEDIATELY met by sparklies...

... twinklies...

I mean, I get out of bed and open my door...

Point being, there is no escaping it.
And why would you even want to? You'd have to be mad to even try... Well, mad by different standards than what we consider "normal" in Euphoria.

"We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad!"

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I tend to have an hour of a philosophiseration or two, between cups of course.

Why? Don't you?
You should try, keeps you on your toes.

That is, if you are fortunate enough to have them.

I wouldn't know, I haven't checked myself in a while. 

"Always with the shoes! No soul what-so-ever!
... teehee.. Sole..."

Now where was i?

AH, yes! 

Over there.
<<<<<<<<

Hmm..

No, not quite.

Ah, that's better.

And what's with the balloons?? Even that one is new to me, there was only the one last night...
Perhaps they multiply.
How do you multiply when made of rubber?

ANYWAY!

The sparklies, twinklies and all the wonders that come with them are substantial to our home, I find.
For without them, the marvel of this particular eye-candy of a sim would surely perish, though I am not sure of what the Creators' view of it was in the first place.

And the main thisdafjm

... my apologies, I seem to have spilled some of my beverage on the paper.

Moving on!

The main thing about it, and it may very well be the most noteworthy part, is that it just fits.
It belongs there, like the rest of us who choose to come here and be staggered by the beauty of the sim itself. 

I wouldn't at all be surprised if we found out that the Creators are, in fact, clairvoyant.

But that will be a discussion for another time.

Thank you all so much for reading this piece of time-wasting material.

I will just leave this CLICKABLE word here. it may or may not work, I just tried and it did not... But let's hope it will soon!

I hope you'll have an equally as mad a day as I am having, and we will meet again in the next post.

Tattybye for now!

Futterwacken with me, Milady

"If you don't think, then you shouldn't talk."

A lot of different things have occurred to me these last few weeks. 
Seeing as they would be too many to count ,i figure i ought to concentrate on the most important: Dancing.

In Dysphoria, we were not given a lot of options when it came to activities, unless we created our own fun.
Which, in a way, would be a good idea.
I never had anything against letting your mind flow and your imagination run wild with different ideas of what to do, say or act upon.

So when the dances were introduced to Euphoria, I have to admit I were a little bit shocked, but at the same time astounded by the many doors this would open.

One of which would be dancing with my dear Alice.
She visits from time to time, and we go on walks around the land.
We visit the cat, although he tends to disappear on us if we get too close. 

"Gotcha, you miscreant!"

But mostly we spend time finding  and using dance-balls that are scattered around the sim.
They look like this, for future reference:


So if you ever find yourself in Euphoria, feeling jolly and in need of a little bit of a futterwacken with a partner of your choice...

Find the balls, and have fun ;)

I shan't take up more of your time, you are probably busy with other things, like experiencing different things or making little things out of other little things.. Or such. 

So I shall say: Thank you very much for reading, and I hope you'll enjoy your morning/day/afternoon/evening/night, all depending on where you are globally!

Tattybye for now!

Introductariteries.

"Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?"

To all who are new to this blog, and don't know what it is for:
It is merely created for the sole purpose to depict days in my life in Euphoria, THE Wonderland sim of Second Life.
Here is where I will post pictures depicting hilarity, bizarre happenings and the wondrous sights there are to behold in this wonder of a sim, and write text which is sure to cause your mouth to move in funny ways, or at least make your face twinge in some way or other.

"What's the matter, my dear? Don't you care for tea?" 

So allow me, if it weren't painfully obvious from the start, to introduce myself:

I am The Mad Hatter.

Formerly a guardian of "Dysphoria", a sim in Second Life that had a sole purpose to serve as a place where you could come, see the sights, be in awe, take pictures and hang out at your favourite characters houses, while talking to all the random and crazy individuals in the group chat and otherwise have a good time.

As fate would have it, it met a sticky end due to complications with the owner.

But as LUCK would have it, two individuals from the group had the same feelings as us to have the sim taken from us in such a brutish manner, so they decided to build a new sim and develop their own group to go with it. Thus, Euphoria was born.

Thusly, I have been reintroduced as a type of Guardian of the sim.

My role is simple:
I am to drink tea, greet the visitors, have little tea parties every now and then and otherwise show everyone who enters Euphoria a good time and otherwise have fun.

It is in all our interest that people take notice and join us all in our ever growing family, so i will serve as a link to show what you are missing, so to speak.

Well, i shan't take up more of your time, I will just hope you'll enjoy our little trip together, and that you'll otherwise sit back and enjoy the various pictures as they come.

Will hope to see you there soon! TattyBye and Farefaren for now!

PS: Click this link to go to the Euphoria Wonderland Blog. Created by the creators themselves, and will help you with any questions or inquiries you may have about the land.

Tally-Ho!