White Rabbit, Open Tab
(aka 'Tropicool Delirium', aka 'Curiouser and curiouser!')
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
(Lewis Carroll, 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland')
Crack the Shot: Extended & Still Cracking
Because I understand that in summer everything moves at the speed of lag the deadline for my birthday skybox photo contest is now extended to September 1.
So if you meant to teleport, pose, shoot, title, and post — but instead got distracted by sunburn, sangria, or sulking in inventory hell — congrats, you’ve got more time.
📷 Prizes still stand (5k/3k/2k L$), dignity optional.
📷 The skybox is still up, weirdness is encouraged, and yes, you can still pee on my chair.
📷 Take a pic. Title it something clever. Clean up after yourself. Or don’t — just know I know who left the inflatable otter behind. Or that soggy hamburger, Mexican Vanilla...
📷 Flickr-tag me and I will post your picture in the contest gallery.
Place to be: Tropic of Whimsy (yes: you can also participate with a picture taken on the beach, or TP to the skybox lounge and do your thing there)
Now get cracking before I start posting essays about the decline of civilization.
BUT... there is more! Of course there is. There always is when I am involved, as a woman who shall not be named but is still dearly loved can attest.
Crackanthorpe Den has become Tropic of Whimsy, and now also has a beach with sun, fun, and zero pressure. It is an all-access summer hangout: whether you're in SL to party, play games, hit the beach, talk about the worst hair you ever bought, or just vibe solo in peace: you are welcome to come hang out there
So yeah: welcome to Tropic of Whimsy. Slide into the sunburnt sandbox where no one minds if you're dancing solo in a flamingo floatie at 2am. Whether you're here to party hard, wander soft, or quietly question your inventory choices, we’ve got space for it. Events may happen and will be announced. Because like I said: there's always more to come.
Sunburnt dreams. Kind chaos. No clocks, no kings. Anarchy in & outside the UK. No rules, no pressure, no shoes required (but panache is encouraged). Come visit. Stay a while. Or vanish mysteriously mid-conversation — we won’t judge you.
Frabjous: Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit
White Rabbit, Open Tab
(aka 'Tropicool Delirium', aka 'Curiouser and curiouser!')
“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”
(Lewis Carroll, 'Alice's Adventures in Wonderland')
Crack the Shot: Extended & Still Cracking
Because I understand that in summer everything moves at the speed of lag the deadline for my birthday skybox photo contest is now extended to September 1.
So if you meant to teleport, pose, shoot, title, and post — but instead got distracted by sunburn, sangria, or sulking in inventory hell — congrats, you’ve got more time.
📷 Prizes still stand (5k/3k/2k L$), dignity optional.
📷 The skybox is still up, weirdness is encouraged, and yes, you can still pee on my chair.
📷 Take a pic. Title it something clever. Clean up after yourself. Or don’t — just know I know who left the inflatable otter behind. Or that soggy hamburger, Mexican Vanilla...
📷 Flickr-tag me and I will post your picture in the contest gallery.
Place to be: Tropic of Whimsy (yes: you can also participate with a picture taken on the beach, or TP to the skybox lounge and do your thing there)
Now get cracking before I start posting essays about the decline of civilization.
BUT... there is more! Of course there is. There always is when I am involved, as a woman who shall not be named but is still dearly loved can attest.
Crackanthorpe Den has become Tropic of Whimsy, and now also has a beach with sun, fun, and zero pressure. It is an all-access summer hangout: whether you're in SL to party, play games, hit the beach, talk about the worst hair you ever bought, or just vibe solo in peace: you are welcome to come hang out there
So yeah: welcome to Tropic of Whimsy. Slide into the sunburnt sandbox where no one minds if you're dancing solo in a flamingo floatie at 2am. Whether you're here to party hard, wander soft, or quietly question your inventory choices, we’ve got space for it. Events may happen and will be announced. Because like I said: there's always more to come.
Sunburnt dreams. Kind chaos. No clocks, no kings. Anarchy in & outside the UK. No rules, no pressure, no shoes required (but panache is encouraged). Come visit. Stay a while. Or vanish mysteriously mid-conversation — we won’t judge you.
Frabjous: Jefferson Airplane - White Rabbit