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I managed to burst out laughing and cry hysterically at the same time. (My friend, also a CloudCuckoolander, said the way to cure insanity was to take LSD and sit in a room with rainbow strobe lights with rock music playing. {that's the way they do it in the movies!} Needless to say, I did not take his advice.)

This Troper has always had problems in world of regular thought. Why letters had to be in any particular order when spelling or even why letters at all was one that didn't work itself out until just before high school. The fact that this troper also has a happy-go-lucky attitude crossed with an (un)healthy dose of passion when talking about something she likes or randomly thinks about (anime, morality, etc), is probably why she ends up ranting for hours on both sides of an argument to her poor father before realising that her throat hurts due to babbling about a single topic for almost TEN HOURS STRAIGHT. ...And people wonder why this troper is a little concerned about her mental health.

This Troper is like this at one end of his bi-polar personality. A bit of a {{Deconstruction}}, since most people fail to relate to it (sentence is not backwards) and it tends to have not many a close friend. Forgetting things not deemed "relevant" is something it has only recently begun to avoid. It enables a complete lack of self-consciousness at times, however, and it was interesting to see how it reacted after the first time it had vodka. It all leads to the inevitable suspicion that it could simply be your basic run-of-the-mill premature schizophrenia. The trick is to not let such suspicions deter you from fooling folks into a gin-shot contest, as you secretly throw own shots (awful stuff, that gin, really) [[DirtyRottenCheater into the sink and watch them get skirt-over-head drunk. Some say that the world will come to an end when it finishes Med school gets its medical license.

I am under the illusion that I am a Disney princess, can relate EVERYTHING to Disney, Harry Potter, Methods of Rationality, anything by Brandon Sanderson, Death Note... I talk to myself, introduce people to fictional characters, ANNOY myself, and constantly sing Disney songs. I also have really, REALLY long hair and am always reading.

this troper and her step-dad: Hikikomoris, obsessed with fiction, rarely off the computer, completely utterly batty, and right now I can hear him in the background saying 'eggy' at random intervals.

once, when playing write or die, I couldn't figure out what to write next so whoever I was writing about was suddenly typing in a tree and was thinking of how peculiar it is too be typing in a tree and she also spontaneously thought of dragons, and then she fell out of the tree and hoped it wouldn't scar but it was scarring already, whatever that means.

Troperhas been called the Osaka of the group. An example would be, when discussing a possible movie: Get this, we'd have branching endings! Depending on "how" you watched the movie, you'd get a different ending!

Troper Seems constantly distant from everything around him. Forgets everyday things and is incapable of small talk(Nothing in the real world is interesting anyway) Also gets caught up in himself and rambles uncontrollably(mostly on the internet though, live he doesnt bother). Its gotten me in some very embarrassing situations were the next day as im sitting and catching up on the reverbations of my thoughts and impressions from days past something embarrassing floats up, Im reminded of it and goes "Oh my god what the hell did I do that for" And get anxiety tics where I do a sporadic falsetto or huddle together in a protective stance or both. People tend to look at me wierd when I do that. Course thats only when I think about it. Otherwise im just "out there" mentally I guess. Yeah this kind of stuff isnt always cute. Also associates freely and often moves from a subject constantly. Uhm maybe I should mention being diagnosed with both Asperger and ADD(personally I would add avoidant personality disorder there too especially when im on pills) but you shouldnt diagnose yourself. Hey i dont come off as very Cloudcuckoo at all! Just tragic. sorry for that.

Troper is usually like this. Most of the time. Especially when he is tired, and even tends to randomly ponder questions, that he's sure not too many people think about and has asked his Teachers many of them. Usually answered with puzzled expressions.

" Why is it,in some games,they have a single player mode that they allow you to play co-op in?

" I can still get in trouble for Jay walking even if I L walk?"

"So a knock knock joke isn't getting knocked unconsciously, in a hilarious fashion?"

@/{{Pro-Mole}}. He goes from "And then there's this damned array of objects I need to convert into a string" to "Oooooh, look at this strange spider. It's green!" in a millisecond. Add alcohol and it only goes wackier.

Me. Seriously, I've managed to connect my social life to NeonGenesisEvangelion. That requires a one-way ticket to Cloudcuckooland, people.

Or, perhaps, a rather unique social life.

Well this troper sees it as well. My {{Handsome Lech}} friend is like Kaji. My best friends are Shinji (emo kid), Asuka (genius), Gendo (schemer), and Ritsuko (used in Gendo's schemes). The first two are guys, the second two are girls. I see myself as Shinji, but I can also see myself as Unit 02. Which is... rather disturbing actually, if you're seen {{End Of Evangelion}} . Then there's a girl who I say constantly dies but is part of a clone army (Rei, if you didn't catch that), and then my friend's best friend is Pen Pen, since I'm convinced that she is an {{Eldritch Abomination}} and... yeah you need to be a real {{Cloudcuckoolander}} to make these kinds of comparisons.

This troper ''always'' wants to take the third wish on retainer! (incidentally, rabbits are pretty evil on their own)

This troper is a bit of a rules lawyer and would compose 2 lists: One of mental improvements he'd like (enhanced memory, gift for languages, engineering skills to create the AppliedPhlebotinum I've imagined), and the other for the physical improvements (musculature, eyesight, etc.). Wishes one and two would be for "the items on this list" 1 and 2, respectively.

This troper, since birth. When she was a kid, she'd look at the letters of the alphabet and think they had emotions (A looked happy, B looked kinda pissed off, C looked happy etc.). Come to think of it, she still kinda sees it. Also, one time her iPod headphones were knocked off and she shouted "My glasses!". And those are just specific cases she can remember at the moment. She constantly goes into BriefAccentImitation, gives aside glances to an invisible "camera", and has really weird crushes...

This troper switches from doing one thing to another straight away, consistently says random things and once last week saidThis is Sparta! just because he had a chance to. Oh, and he also says thins occasionaly that embarrase him.

Seany Genovese — This troper can taste certain words, and avoids certain ones that he feels aren't so good, like "do", and feels that certain words have delicious flavors. For instance: #QUOTE# "Line" tastes like lemon, "Four" tastes like potatoes, most words that end with "sh" taste like fried chicken, "Phone" tastes like pizza, and "Glass" tastes like hard candies that eventually break into small delicious shards if you suck on them enough.

Also, this troper enjoys poking people, earning him the nickname "Awkward Black Guy Who Pokes People", and I like to ask people if biting their nose is okay, or if I can lick them. I also like to rub my beard on people, but that's only if I know them well enough. Not to mention many a Non Sequitur Thud that brings an abrupt halt and/or laughing fit to a conversation. He also enjoys talking to cats with meows and gauging their reactions to see if he said the right thing. It works sometimes. He has crazy hair and interchangeably goes from 1st person to 3rd person when speaking of myself.

This troper feels that the number 5 has different emotions depending on the manner you use to write it.

In a similar vein this troper remembers a science teacher who was rather of in the clouds. Not in the stereotypical way, unless stereotypical includes such moments as starting the class by quoting the entire Red Dwarf theme tune, loudly explaining how the turks used to execute prisoners (allegedly it involved dancing girls after a few minutes, a sword) and generally being... crazy. But in a good way.

Immediate first thought: "I'll ignore one height crack. One."

{{Indigo}} - I have told people myself that I'm a Toon trapped in a human body. This plus a number of other weird mannerisms would definitely cement my citizenship as a {{Cloudcuckoolander}}.

This Troper has philosophical problems. He means, they're really problems for him; his life would be a lot easier if they were solved. Whenever he hears someone express the conventional wisdom that the perennial questions (say, over free will, or the nature of matter) can never be resolved, his instinct is always to mutter, "Irresponsible bastards! Where does that leave ''me'' then, eh?"

This Troper feels the same way and has the same reaction to people's fluffing off of "cliche philosophy questions". I recommend the work of Soren Kierkergaard. He may not have all the answers, but to my memory he certainly tackles the questions more aggressively than most and is quite concerned with the "what about me?" aspect of philosophy, which is really the PRIMARY concern of his work.

Bealzabub}} This Troper is known to:

randomly quote things

be afraid of mirrors and windows

carry on conversations with her cats

lip synch to music in my head

make dramatic faces while doing said lip synching

gives names to pretty much every inanimate object she has

randomly dance and or sing in public

try to recreate the pokemon cries from the games(Particularly the first and second gen.)

carry a plushie with her everywhere (and a plushie turned bag doesn't count. :/)

lick her perviously mentioned cat (I'M GROOMING THEM.)

rest things on her head while shopping/reading/cleaning/really doing anything

yelling 'SILENT HIIIII-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I-ILLLLLLL" every time I see fog... in real life or media

carry on conversations in her head with her characters

randomly attempt to make "Giygas noises" (Trying to recreate the BGM in the Giygas fight in EarthBound.)

knit a TARDIS cover for my laptop... and get pissed when it overheats #QUOTE#and many other things she's been told aren't normal.

@/{{Nomic}} - I get moments like this sometimes. Usually I compare real life to a tv series, and start elaborating from there until most people are complety lost. Or randomly spout quotes from TV series and games or imitate various characters (I can do a very good imitation of the Crypt Lord from Warcraft 3. I creeps my friends out when I answer their calls with "I have heard the summons"). I also attempt to convince people that Barack Obama is actually the god Nyarlatotep in human form and that I am the herald of the Burning Legion.

@/{{Cybele}}: This is probably the best term my mom would looove to call me. And sure enough, my created character in my friend's WorldOfDarkness campaign (a changeling/air elemental) is a bona-fide {{Cloudcuckoolander}}.

@/{{Mantid}} -- I spend a lot of time in a state of free association, particularly while I'm in class. Because the associations come out on paper rather than through my mouth, my physics notes look less like notes and more like a visit to the land of mute stickmen, where no matter what, {{Hilarity Ensues}}. When I'm not in free association, I'm obsessive over small matters like how to say "that's a wrap", or I simply disconnect myself from the outside world and go adventuring out in space. I blithely disregard any laws, rules, or observations that get in the way of my adventures.

This Troper. In a big way. Horribly compounded by the fact that my entire group of friends also fall into this. Common conversation topics include "If all the breakfast cereal mascots had a tournament, who would win?", "Who would win in a fight between Ronald [=McDonald=] and the Burger King?", discussing the possibility that MenInBlack is located under our high school, theorizing about various teachers' super powers, and philosophizing about the theological implications of time travel. We also built 2 lamps out of tic tac boxes, held entire conversations in nothing but quotes, and collectively treated a pen as if it were alive. Its name was Charles. Pronounced "Chawls". Our reaction to his demise at the hands of another classmate (NOOO! CHAWLS!") become something of a catchphrase.

In retrospect, my group of friends scarily resembles the cast of AzumangaDaioh, only there wasn't a little kid, and we were mostly guys.

This Troper has been there, and has had more success at being a {{Cloudcuckoolander}} than as a DeadpanSnarker, though he alternates between the two. "If a spinster is an old unmarried woman, would an old unmarried man be a spinstress?"and "Without lesbians, we wouldn't have the internet." are just two examples of his strange observations.

Scrounge asked the spinster/spinstress question because he is not getting much interest from love. Isn't it sad, me-chin? ;_;

@/{{Guessmyname}}: Once, during a serious class debate about proxy-pregnancies (i.e. 'getting another woman to give birth for you' - I can't remember what it's actually called), I made a point about how the birth-mother (i.e. the one that carries the baby) has some responsibility, because doing certain things during pregnancy will harm the baby. As an example, I plucked the first dangerous activity I could from my head. That activity was skydiving. The entire class burst into laughter, and I am still not sure why.

This troper's family is quite used to hearing nonsensical phrases. In one memorable instance, I said "little dancing leprechauns" unprovoked, and everyone laughed, until my sister pointed out that my statement really DID make sense in context, if one was familiar with the typing program in question (its mascot is a leprechaun, and it dances on occasion). It was even lampshaded; a friend of mine explained that in a crowded area if one were to look up at the sky, others would look up as well. I told him I would try it then and there (at an outdoor party) but he said something to the effect of "that wouldn't work, because you're ''you''. He was right. Nobody paid any attention.

This troper has at least one foot in Cloudcuckooland at all times. The most recent example is a conversation I had with my mom on the way home from a fine Vietnamese eatery. We were talking about how good our spring rolls were, then drifted to some other topic. After about 30 seconds, I spontaneously busted out with "...What were we talking about? Ohh, spring rolls!" This is only one incident in a 20-year life lived only partially in reality as most people understand it.

This Troper is a complete {{Cloudcuckoolander}}. I wax philosophical about weird things (and usually do it around my non-philosophical family), I am almost constantly in a daydream, and I have this crazy AlternateCharacterInterpretation about ''ASeriesOfUnfortunateEvents'', which states that it's really a clever disguised commentary on the foster care system masquerading as a children's book series (the Baudelaires are the foster kids who eventually become morally grey, Count Olaf is their abuser, the guardians are naive foster parents, Mr. Poe is their social worker, and Lemony Snicket just wants to expose everything).

Hey, this troper wants to be the pope too! And I'm prone to laughter that verges on the Evil Laugh, even if I'm not trying to be evil... (Ironically, this troper actually has a rather long shot at actually becoming the next pope: according to Papal prophecy, the next pope is meant to come from ancient France, and this troper can trace his family's line back to the Norman invasion of England...)

This troper is enough of a space case that among members of his group he's known for being estranged from The Loop. He usually doesn't know what's going on but sometimes he just plain doesn't get it.

This troper once re-told the entire WorldWarII as if it was a {{Wuxia}}-like martial arts movie, and mixing it with DragonBallZ, to the point the story ended with Super-Churchill fighting Perfect Hitler, destroying the world, and finding the last christmas tree to ask Shenron for a christmas miracle. Also, he had an entire conversation in alliteration, created a suit of armor out of AOL [=CDs=] "just in case", spent an entire day practising dramatic poses in front of a mirror and has had friends point out how all of Osaka's antics where done by him in highschool and junior high, sometimes event-for-event or sometimes something that's really analogous but not japanese (Like, opening packets of ketchup with his mouth without making a mess instead of splitting chopsticks neatly), to the point she's considered his race-lifted, fictional, DistaffCounterpart.

This troper has had quite a few moments paralleling Osaka's as well. Zoning out at the crosswalk light... getting hit by volleyballs in PE class... getting completely lost in thought in the middle of class, only to realize the teacher was calling on me... And on top of that, this troper was born and raised in the southern US but doesn't act like a southerner at all. So...yeah.

This troper:

has a habit of suddenly asking bizarre questions (no examples come to mind offhand, but they're usually something like "how would a bee republic work?")

sometimes resumes conversations that ended as much as two months earlier, without a word of warning or explanation.

has occasionally failed to pay attention to ''his own thoughts'' - on several occasions he's noticed the last few words of a thought and had no idea what the rest of it was.

and has, on at least one occasion, ''forgotten his own gender''. Nothing drives home your cloudcuckoolandership (or is it cloudcuckoolanderhood?) quite as well as looking down while changing and thinking "what the hell is that?"

This Troper and his friends clearly fall into this category, having even started are own Secret Cabal.

This troper, too, although at times it seems a bit forced. Actually, it's hard to be a CloudCuckoolander when the world itself seems to be Cloud Cuckooland.

It was suggested to @/RadioactiveZombie that he take up a job for commenting randomly on everything. Really. He's been like this since he was little and suffered at the hands of gangbangers and jerkasses, and his Sea Cadet unit, who apparently hate people who talk to much. Being BookDumb doesn't help.

This troper used to respond to many of his friend's (mainly Computer class) talking with "fish!" (from ''Comedity'' webcomic, by the way). He stopped it now, though. But he still lapsed into weird walking now and then (not as much as Minister of Silly Walks but still pretty weird).

This Troper, and I'm proud of it. Just look at my page. I'm not sure whether I'd suit the MadScientist or MadArtist mould better.

This troper just posted an assignment to his Color Theory class that includes at least six references to octarine, with no explanation whatsoever, including one cryptic reference after a paragraph about cone cells in the retina that goes simply "And don't even get me started on the octagons." A couple of days ago, he went out into his living room and stood stock-still for several seconds pointing at the cat lying on the floor; when his roommate asked him to get something while he was up, he replied "Shhh! I'm ''pointing'' at a ''kitty''!" He once spent half an hour at a party preaching to two young women about the glory of Azathoth, the Blind Idiot God (neither converted). The list goes on.

This Troper is a dual Canadian/Cloudcuckooland citizen. He frequently discusses random and usually confusing/funny topics with a straight face, uses both well-known and obscure historical/linguistic/pop-culture/political/nerdy references, and frequently uses Troper terms in his everyday speech. He also loves non-sequiturs. In an attempt to convince his mother he wasn't completely out to lunch, he showed her the TV Tropes website so she'd get an inkling of an idea what his thought processes were like. His mother, surprisingly, like the site; she still figured that he and his fellow Tropers were out there. He and his mother's family also tend to have long, engaging conversations about nothing in particular. These conversations usually go in strange place that outside observers would never comprehend. They often include singing. Ironically, his favourite line that he delivered to his family actually would've made sense if they had heard of KingdomHearts: #QUOTE# Mom: It's Mickey's 80th birthday today? #QUOTE# Me: Yeah. Hard to believe he can still jump so high and swing a giant key so well.

When Cloudcuckoolanders collide: This troper was in a car with Mom, sister, and a friend who is one of the Founding Mothers of Cloudcuckooland. Said friend spontaneously asked, "What's the smallest number that is also a color?" While everyone else just went ''Huh?'' in awkward silence, I very quickly came back with "Ver-million!" and we all had a good laugh.

Also, the other day I found that one of the tomatoes I brought to work for snacking purposes had developed a curiously star-shaped patch of mold. So I carried it around to the other people in my department and told them "Tomato says Merry Christmas!" Good thing it's a casual office.

But isn't one hund-red smaller than ver-million? :-p

All of the English tests this troper take/have use "essays" written by people who apparently launch their heads into the upper stratosphere for one sentence (which one question gives as a choice to delete). As an example (from a paper made for an assignment about volcanoes): #QUOTE#"There are volcanoes in other countries then America, though. Mt. Etna, which is located on Sicily, is an active volcano. ''I made a volcano for my science project once.''" #QUOTE#(Quite possibly, this could've been extended to:) #QUOTE#Science is a fun subject for me to take! And speaking of Etna, she's my favorite character in ''{{Disgaea}}''. I kind of like Flonne, too. And that plus two equals four, which is what comes before "the land of the free and the home of the brave". Speaking of braves, Indians have chiefs called braves. I wonder if they're really brave or not. The world may never know. I sure do like Tootsie Pops! I counted once, and the answer is 374. Anyway, back to the subject of volcanoes...

The same troper has also said things like "I wonder if the sky is jealous of the ground because people get to walk on it" (though really, that's just scratching the tip of the loony iceberg). Osaka may not be like you, but she is like me, and that's part of the reason for my PerverseSexualLust for her.

One by-product of his daydreaming was Osaka singing "I Just Can't Wait to be King" in Bubbly Clouds while Grawp did a stupid dance in the background. And Zazu was a giant fly.

This Troper has been compared to Luna Lovegood.

@/TarminSlamero: #1- I believe in a vague even to myself "Politics+Religion=Oppression Conspiracy". (Is it really that far a stretch of the imagination?) #2- Aliens exist for sure. It is just that they are too smart to get any closer to this nutball planet than they already have. #3- Everything imagined exists. Therefore there are places in the multiverse and throughout multiple dimensions where Phoenix Wright plays piano and guzzles juice, the Ewoks are having a bonfire party, Naruto finally becomes "Hokage", and somewhere out there is a hentai galaxy (more likely a thousand of them) where all the (space) girls-- so...yeah. Manga worlds would be found in the 2nd dimension by the way. #4- I remember one time in my "Try college for a while and see if you like it." phase, I was waiting outside class waiting for it to start. I was sitting in a rather dark area while everyone else gathered around a wall light near some stairs. The mental image of them as moths came to me and I found it amusing to the point of soft laughter. When I pointed out that everyone was all gathered there except for myself (farther from the classroom door than I was), one person said something along the lines of "You are sitting in the dark laughing to yourself." in a "You are being a little creepy." kind of way. #5- I don't know for sure if any of these (especially #4) count under this trope. #6- That is only the examples I remembered while reading this page that I still remembered by the time I finished reading.

This troper has some really random trains of thought that he sometimes lets out for everyone around him to hear. Earlier today, I thought of something... Sorry, as I was typing I started thinking about cheese, and now I don't know what I was going to type...

This troper. Especially when he was younger, but still has some odd traits, like either * not* focusing, or focusing on strange things; talking to himself about whatever's on his mind (usually something technical); barking like a sea lion and meowing like [[SpongeBobSquarePants Gary]] a cat at random. There's a reason I love Osaka so much. :D

This troper fears she's starting to become one. For instance, there was that Photo assignment where she had one of her friends pose as if she was having a formal portrait taken, while holding a toy chicken that was wearing a witch costume...

This troper is very much one of these, coupled with {{Keet}} and {{Large Ham}}. Examples of this include: #QUOTE#Swatting at friends' ponytails #QUOTE#Creeping up behind people and freaking them out with a scary grin #QUOTE#Spouting random pop culture jokes and memes #QUOTE#Breaking into dance and singing when in the middle of a conversation

I can't determine whether I'm The CloudcuckooLander, The OnlySaneMan, The DeadpanSnarker or a combination thereof in my locale.

This troper switches between CloudCuckoolander and DeadpanSnarker depending on who he's with. One of my most bizarre traits is that I've started a collection of plastic squeaky hammers.

This troper ... uh. Ok. Bad time to forget what I was going to type. Probably something about ...

This troper (@/{{Nightboomfer}}) once telephoned his flatmate from the living room because he was afraid of knocking, will occasionally spout random scientific facts and quotes from TV shows with no provocation, wore goggles to his job one time (Justified, as they kept my hair out of my eyes), will occasionally burst into song (particularly Queen), and once set up an epic Hot Wheels duel in his living room and asked his roommate if he wanted to be the red car (no, unfortunately) :(

This troper. Most of her friends, too. As evidenced: #QUOTE#"'tout fini', is 'all done' in french. as opposed to tofu knee, which is tofu on your knee."

This Troper believes herself to be the AnthropomorphicPersonification of this trope. She is actually capable of deep, intellectual thought... but sometimes I concentrate these efforts on odd things. Sometimes, it will be about maths or science, and how it all really works at it's base components. Other times, it will be about why on-off light switches go click-click but dimmer switches slide smoothly. Also, she's not sure if she's posted an example here before... she forgets things incredibly easily. Like her own eye colors. (Hazel, brown, and green (mostly brown)... I think...)

This Troper has had this reputation during High School. It's not as though he had not worked for it, but then again, he didn't really need to do much. His new friends (one of whom might be an even better example of this, by the way) were surprised to discover that he does not, in fact, drink but rather is completely sober in both senses of the word. Rather, he just tries to keep his trains of thought running even after they have been derailed into some very weird territory, and has been advised by the school psychiatrist to share what's on his mind more often (following that advice ''literally'' on a whim arguably counts). Making up words is a specialty, as is pretending that he is being watched.

This troper talks to himself A LOT, even in public.

This troper often talks to herself about completely mad subjects and random things which are completely off the bat and sometimes border on NightmareFuel (What ''would'' you look like with your eyes on a stick?). Recently though, finally found confirmation of her status as a CloudCuckoolander when her dad was telling her off and mistakenly said an obscure proverb about it being impossible trying to stop a wheel with matchsticks. This troper spent the better part of the next half hour trying to think of how matches can be used to stop a moving wheel. It involved setting things on fire among others.

This troper didn't think he was until he read some examples. Now he's pretty sure that he is. The biggest example is probably that he ''breaks the fourth wall'' just in case ...

This troper has the marked tendency to come across as one-- primarily because he often speaks what's on his mind without any regard for context, explanation, or what the other person is saying. Combined with a truly bizarre range of interests and knowledge at his disposal, it can make it ''extremely'' hard to follow half the things he says.

This Troper used to be this. Well, he still is, just less. Now it's less talking about hats and more wierd noises from the back of my throat that nobody else can make. Except on the internet, where my CloudCuckoolander level increases to Over9000!. Especially if I'm reading or playing a handheld gaming system on the side. For instance, in the middle of a game of Left4Dead: ->Me: (Referring to my game of {{Disgaea}}) "Go go Jesus ninja!" ->Them: "What?" ->Me: "The Jesus ninja is suffering heavy damage, but he will pull through, and strike down his foes!" ->Them: "Good luck with that then.

That information is now outdated. One of my friends believes me to be totally batshit insane, and the others think I'm just a schmott guy. They'll be all "Hey, you're smart right? *random question here* ?" and then I'll have the answer about 50% of the time. I'm also prone to having three different conversations with the same person, or thinking I am when it's really only one. So he'll say something related, and I'll be "What?" and he'll explain and then I'll be like "Oh I thought we were still talking about that other thing. *maelstrom of relevent but off-topic information* "

Ah, friends. This troper has learned that she and all her friends probably immigrated from Cloudcuckooland. They have done things like be converted to a ship with one sentence, become {{GURPS}} nerds with one game, and psychologically traumatize themselves.

This troper has a tendancy to get lost in his daydreams....which results in some really stange things coming from my mouth. Including, once, "That was random." Yes, me saying something was random was random.

This troper is practically a registered citizen of Cloudcuckooland, and likes it there very much. His preferred method of transportation is the Wiki Walk, after all..

This troper ''is'' this trope. (That's not fun to say three times fast.) She gives all of her electronic devices human names, told a glorious mishmash of tall tales to a bunch of younger kids at her old school (most of which involved being Dracula's penpal) and got them to believe it by being utterly serious, wrote a long, sprawling epic in which a mad scientist penguin turned her into a wheel of cheese (this was for her English class), wears a denim jacket with so many plastic badges on it that people can hear her coming down the hall, has a bizarre love for all things shiny, and speaks in a style which cannot be described with any word in the English language without giving you the wrong impression. (She also likes to write with a lot of parentheticals.) Also, she constantly has to battle omnipresent fears that Sabrina (yes, the one from ''{{Pokemon}}'') is going to steal her sort-of-boyfriend (who, honestly, is as much of a {{Cloudcuckoolander}} as she is, so her fears seem legitimate). Oh yeah, and she was diagnosed with Asperger Syndrome a few years ago. That probably explains a lot, doesn't it?

This troper ([Seven]) and his friend Matt (Cream of Wheat) probobly qualify. #QUOTE#[Seven] says: (7:05:12 PM) #QUOTE#ZACH GO GET US SOME FUCKING GUNDAMS #QUOTE#Cream of Wheat says: (7:05:21 PM) #QUOTE#I AM CREAM OF WHEAT, AND YOU ARE SEVEN. TOGETHER WE SHALL OBLITERATE DICKHOLES #QUOTE#[Seven] says: (7:06:03 PM) #QUOTE#AND ZACH ISN'T TALKING SO HE IS OBVIOUSLY A TRAITOR AND IS CONSPIRING WITH BRITANIA...I mean...SAUDI ARABIA TO BETRAY US #QUOTE#Cream of Wheat says: (7:06:58 PM) #QUOTE#So... we have to kill him. It has come to this.

The only unanimous opinion about this troper is that he's crazy. Including by himself - but he also considers that no one he knows is normal. Considering a current classmate of mine, whose nickname is a version of "NASA" because he is frequently "out of this planet", and can attribute part of his insanity from "recreational substances" (my CatchPhrase on him is "he has only one thing in his head - smoke") - but still did things like licking a cat ''completely sober''...

This troper fits this to a T. The most recent example I can tell you about involves me watching {{The Pagemaster}} for the first time (never saw it as a kid) a few days ago. Most people my age would just find it bizarre that there were talking books in that movie, or that a kid somehow turned into a cartoon character. Me? My biggest hang-up was "If Adventure has two good eyes, why does he wear an eye patch?"

You know, come to think of it, I wear glasses, but I only have one bad eye. Why don't I wear an eye patch?

How about a monocle? Well, for you, not Adventure. It wouldn't suit him and he wouldn't need one anyway.

This troper definitely qualifies. I frequently laps into nonsensical things. Best example, my mom had forgotten her referee credentials in our hotel room, I ran them over through a downpour, listening to TheWorldEndsWithYou music. When I arrived, someone asked about the weather. My reply "It's raining cats and dogs and chickens and frogs."

Not This Troper, usually. However, her guitar teacher is showing signs of being one of these. The friend I'm trying to hook him up with asked him if he'd ever gone deer hunting, and his answer was that no, he likes his meat packaged. Also, as I mentioned over in the BigLippedAlligatorMoment Troper Tales, he pretty much randomly burst into the One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other Things song from SesameStreet. Thank god he can play guitar well.

This troper's mother. Sometimes she'll be lucid enough to make sense, and at other times her InsaneTrollLogic could give anyone at 4chan a run for their money. And she's arguably getting worse due to aging. Her clouduckoolander ways are especially strong when it comes to men and sex- she refused to drive her car for a week after she caught this troper's brother and his brother's then-girlfriend had sex in the backseat, gave him a "Ten Reasons Why Men Are Stupid" poster for Christmas, and thinks a LifetimeMovieOfTheWeek is ''exactly'' like RealLife. Oh, and she also fancies herself a real-life RealityWarper- she pretended her father was alive for a ''full year'' after he died, AND she denies she has Type II diabetes because she didn't want to believe the blood test results.

This troper has a tendency to lapse into non-sequitur. And things.

This troper normally tries to be the sane person among the madness, but slips into Cloudcuckooland from time to time. Like that one time I took over the burger grilling at a friend's party, assumed a deliberately bad German accent, called myself "Der Grillmeister" and proceeded to give a name to ''every single individual burger'' I grilled. And asked people ''who'' they wanted. Then there's those times I start talking and acting like an old man for no reason.

Tropers/SunnyV is like this sometimes. Examples include saying her musings out loud before they get edited for speech, telling strange and random observations, and making obscure references to anime/manga whenever possible. Also, thoughts like "What is reality?" coexist in her mind with "Now, why did I go into this room again?"

This troper goes to school in Cloud Cuckoo Land, because everybody is like this all. The. DAMN. TIME!! #QUOTE# "Me": Hey, do you know what we had for homework? #QUOTE# "Friend": I don't quite know. Wait. Why do we do this crap? #QUOTE# "Me": I have no idea. Maybe it's because they...Shit... #QUOTE# "Friend": Wha- #QUOTE# "Me": It's part of their plan! They're hunting us down! With this, they'll know just how we think! #QUOTE# "Friend": They're aliens. That would explain it. #QUOTE# It just went downhill from there.

This troper has been described this way by many, many, MANY people. Her thoughts have made it into many friends' quotes on Facebook. The funny part is that these humorous quotes make complete sense to her... until she says them and sees the reactions of confused friends. She has also been known to be able to make an allegory about toaster ovens out of anything if she tries hard enough.

If this troper had a dollar for every WikiWalk she went on, she'd be Auntie Pennybags! I just chalk it up to being an anime fan. (You'll find that many, if not most, of us are CloudCuckoolanders, at least some of the time. ^_^)

This troper, at least according to most people. Then again, it comes with the territory. Also: Today I feel like a pregnant baby. :D Interestingly enough, his is a deconstructive case, as his weirdness has gotten him insulted, teased, ignored, or otherwise ostracized, which has led to the development of crippling levels of shyness, as well as a string of emotional and psychological problems. Despite all this, he's still quite optimistic and does his best to let his kindness shine, and has come to embrace his unique personality, so thoroughly reconstructed and proud of it! ^_^

Same troper here. He thinks these tendencies come from the fact that his brain thinks way too much.

You are my brother! Well not my brother as in my brother but my brother as in I feel that way too! I am loved, yet I find it so hard to believe.

This Troper has a tendency to be this way, though I can usually shut off my odd reactions and such when I'm in a situation where it'd turn awkward quickly. This causes me to be seen as a little antisocial at times. My girlfriend is a CloudCuckooLander as well (I sometimes jokingly call her Luna), and even she is surprised by how random and scattered my train of thought usually is.

Multiple times during This Troper's last year of highschool. #QUOTE# Teacher: Ok so that preliminary report will be due on the 20th #QUOTE# Student A (male): You mean the 21st. The 20th is a Saturday. #QUOTE# Teacher: *perplexed* So you're right! The 21st then. #QUOTE# Awkward silence #QUOTE# Me: (air guitar antics) BAAOOOOOO DUDUDUDDUDUDU BAM BAM BAM! DO-DO-DODODO. DO-DO DODODO! (My Glorious Days) #QUOTE# Student B (female): YOU... Wh-wh-wha? #QUOTE# Me: He deserved some form of praise. I just offered it. #QUOTE# Teacher: Indeed

This troper tends to space out randomly, have wild WikiWalks, ramble on about irrelevant subjects, quote random stuff, tap to music that is playing within his head, and finds himself in hilarious flamewars with himself.

@/{{Tidal_Wave_17}} is a total CloudCuckoolander. He once held a five minute long conversation with his reflection because he knows that when he isn't looking, his reflection does things separate of him. He hasn't caught them in the act ''just yet'', but he knows one day they'll slip up...''One day...''

This troper is a fairly strange case. I can be your typical Luna Lovegood-type Cloudcuckoolander, but I also have a high IQ (really not trying to brag here, sorry), and sometimes the Only Sane Woman (actually more like Only Quiet Woman) among my friends.

I would like to throw my hat into the ring. He's a total Whovian and sometimes segways into crazy conversations like "Who would win, a knife or a fork?" He commonly treats his computer as his lover. He is an AdultChild too. He makes up new words (e.g. soup tastes soupy, potatoes taste potatoey and AWESOMAZING!!) He randomly bursts into song, and shouts random words at bad moments.

This troper's train of thought must have derailed somewhere. He says anything that pops to mind, only marginally mindful of the company. It's quite liberating actually, not giving a rat's arse over petty things like that. At least I make a good cuppa.

Zis Tropair ''apparently'' has a touch of this. Somebody once asked me if I was stoned, and I have a tendency to ramble on and on and on and on and ''on'' and off again like Holden Caulfield. Sometimes I freak people out a little with my ability to see despite my BlindingBangs, too...

This troper has the habit of slipping into a Russian, German or Irish accent and answering with foreign words for 'yes' (most commonly 'da', 'ja' or 'si'.) I also like going hunting for faeries in the hills that dominate the town and, in school, have been known to zone out whilst thinking of nothing. I've also asked my History teacher who he'd turn gay for and announced that the EU is an elaborate conspiracy between France and Germany in order to get revenge on Europe. When I start spouting off long and sometimes complicated speeches about the most simple matters, it's commonly called "waffling" by my parents. Oh, and I often go for long pointless walks on the common, listening to my iPod; referred to as 'rambling.'

troper. For example, she sometimes thinks up various lines of thought randomly. "Ah, fuckfuckshit! ...John Fuckfuckshit, yeah, that's his name". (Teacher)I'm sorry, Billy, but Fuckfuckshit is inappropiate to use as a last name. See me after class." She also says the weirdest things when in an hyper mood. For example: "...and then the house blew up and they all died. The end!" or "The fish fapped all over you!" Also, when she's trying to sleep and is at the point before she falls fully asleep, her mind makes up weird voices and songs. Her mind also somehow unconsciously connects various phrases, words and numbers with various unrelated things: for example the number 56, especially when she figured out "7*8" in math class, her mind always brough up some small mouse-like creature from a virtual pet site she used to go to, picture and all. (or at least it did, it doesn't seem to happen much anymore with this particular example at least"

But my brother is even more of a Cloudcuckoolander. He often says weird, funny things when you least expect it.

This Troper has some definite Cuckoolander tendencies. She constantly talks about her imaginary uncle (Huevos, whose name is pronounced with the H in it; he is a Unitarian Universalist as well as a Buddhist, a mercenary, and a registered Republican). She likes to clap, squeal, and hug people for no apparent reason, is convinced that Andrew Jackson and Edgar Allan Poe were the ultimate 19th century punk rockers, and is fond of spontaneously spouting ''non sequiturs,'' usually derived from song lyrics. Gems include "LOL I'm on fire," "WHY DON'T OUR PARENTS WORRY ABOUT US?!" and (after her brother died on IndianaJonesAndTheEmperor'sTomb), repeated insistence that "Indy needs a hug."

I must be this, because half the time I realize that I’ve done something weird, and ask my parents/friends why they haven’t asked what I was doing/thinking, and it turns out they “learned not to ask.” I’ll edit this spot with bullet points if I actually think of examples. Coherent examples.( Also check my page.)

I once asked my teacher (back in Kindergarten) “How do you spell letters?” and when she just gave me a look like I was crazy, I went on to explain that A is probably spelled “Ay” and B is spelled “Be.” What I meant, but didn’t think through enough to explain, was “How would you spell how letters sound?” but that never came across.

I brought food into almost every class in my last year of high school, and always had chop sticks and herbal tea bags on me. The foods included: a baked potato (I ate it in the parking lot by gnawing on it whole), a cup of noodles (ate it in Automotive Technology and it took an entire class period before the teacher realized I had it), a box of cereal with different cereal inside, a jar of peanut butter (my friend cued it’s reveal in the best way ever, by offering me Reese’s Pieces), ice cream (it was melted), and a big tin of French fries.

I cut up and sew together stuffed animals, or just modify them in general. A lot. My friends have dubbed me Dr. Frankenplush, which has now evolved into her own mad scientist character. (I plan to {{cosplay}} as this character at the next convention. Wait, can you cosplay as your own character?)

My imaginary friends are more coherent than I am. That has to say something. (Some of them are anyway. I can’t really explain the incorporeal tarantula-sized fluffy bumblebee on my head. Did you know there’s a bumblebee called the cuckoo bumblebee?)

My sunglasses are actually goggles (justified, I can’t find clip-on sunglasses that fit my glasses.)

My {{catchphrase}} is “Woof”

My friends count too.

After seeing that our usual table in the cafeteria is suddenly a different color: [{{beat}}] “IT ATE OUR TABLE!”

“Stop staring at me.” “I’m not. I’m staring at the space between us.”

It’s agreed that if any of my friends are in the same area, their/our collective IQ equals Pi.

“Three dollars? That’s outrageous.”

(Really out of nowhere) "Watch out for snakes!"

TechnoDragon64 is a CloudCuckoolander to a good extent (with equal parts Deadpan Snarker when amongst friends; generally The Quiet One with at least a hint of Shrinking Violet in public) with a best friend who is also one. He has Asperger's Syndrome and ADHD, which could justify this in him. Not sure what his friend's justification for it is. He (Techno) once did an entire speech for a high school speech class on what not to do during a speech where he went completely insane. He got an A on the speech. He also did and said some other crazy things that he cannot recall at this time. His friend does and says a lot of crazy things that are either crazier or more frequent than Techno, including trapising through his high school in a cape and weird hat, making little pirate ships out of aluminum foil on days where the high school cafeteria served baked potatoes and placing said ships onto the conveyor belt on which the dirty trays and other dishes went (he and the small group of individuals that did it with him called themselves "The Potato Pirates"), and other things too numerous for Techno to recall or mention.

This Troper can act like this from time to time. Mostly it's for fun, but it's gotten to such a point with his little sister that she constantly throws her hands in the air and claims that he (aka, me) is "Mentally deranged"...she of course doesnt mean it...she just no other responce to his (aka mine) sometimes Cloudcuckoolander humorous responces. Is it any surprise that one of this tropers favorite TV series of all time is MontyPythonsFlyingCircus and 2 of his favorite movies are {{Monty Python and the Holy Grail}} and {{Spaceballs}}?

This Troper can't remember if she posted here already... But oh well! She's quite the Cloudcuckoolander, and isn't afraid to admit it. It could be because of severe ADD/ADHD, but I don't make excuses. Let's see here... Some of the things I do/things that apply to me that support this...

Contemplate how catfish could be used to vacuum one's carpet should one live on the bottom of a lake.

Post here when I SHOULD be doing my history homework

Talk to my cat as if talking to a human being

Randomly talk to myself about something random

Draw Catfish. Who is literally a cat mixed with a fish

Catfish

My obsession with catfish

My tendency to randomly spout internet memes or random quotes from movies or games.

My obsession with sporks

Discussing with my younger brother's best friend (resident {{Keet}}) the effectiveness of stabbing someone in the eye with a fork versus stabbing someone in the eye with a spork. Remember kids! You can scoop after you stab!

Some of my daydreams that are often on par with J.D.'s with the added insanity of the Janitor

If someone gets me mad and they want to make it up to me, my requests are usually quite odd. For example, collecting fifty acorns and afterwards giving them to me. If you're curious as to WHY I wanted the acorns... I have no idea. I just wanted them to collect acorns.

Drawing faces on said acorns

Drawing little faces on origami stars her best friend made.

Naming her graphing calculator Lacey.

And the list goes on...

Someone else who worships the holy catfish! For an environmental PowerPoint I had to do in German I typed: "Man kann Katzenfisch Sammele" which means: "We can collect catfish." Best part? The teacher let me keep it because I had done a good job with it!

The guy above here, ever since I sustained a minor head injury, I've been random and here's some examples:

"Can you buy flare guns?"

"WE'LL MEET AGAIN IN SMALL CLAIMS COURT!"

I keep blocks of wood, a tape measure, nasal decongestant and Vaseline in my schoolbag

My verbal tic of saying "Le" or "Ze" instead of "The"

All you need to hear is "Kittener! Like a Falconer, but with kittens!" and you know I'm one.

Show one of my friends the Cloudcuckoolander article, and they will think of me. Granted, it's partially deliberate, but most of the time it's just me being how I am. I remember this one time I was saying something about Portal 2, and my friend was like 'Wow. That actually made sense!' Probably a rarity for me, given my tendency to say random things right at the worst moment to do so... But, i have my moments of clarity.

This Troper is, of her other Multiple Personalities, a Straight or Invoked Cloudcuckoolander, or perhaps just the Only Sane Woman alive because this world is too screwy to work the way I think it should work (I'm such an idealist *shot* ) I am probably a cartoon drawn to life by my mom, can make the most randomest remarks to make my brother (and perhaps friends too) laugh, says things loudly when an epiphany happens, or just plain random moments, but its a trade off for being an artistic genius (geez I'm bragging again *shot* ) And I also have the belief that the weirder you are the more likely of a genius one can become. Cloudcuckoolanders rejoice!

This Troper feels like a deconstruction sometimes. And as far as he knows, he doesn't have any sort of disorder. !!{{DoubleSubversion}}s / IResembleThatRemark

This troper Subverts this. I consider myself to be a fairly smart person. but i have a tenancy to lapse into unusual and morbid thoughts. like... #QUOTE#'''Cousin''': This random guy on myspace wants to marry me. #QUOTE#'''Me''':He's probably a muslim warlord trying to make you one his seven wives #QUOTE# And #QUOTE#'''Cousin''': This guy gave me his myspacepass word #QUOTE#'''Me''':In the 'about me' section can we make him a U.S.S.R. aerospace engineer?

On the plus side, that make this troper very good at writing Progressive Rock

This troper isn't quite convinced that he himself is one (despite answering with "Da?" or "ja?" instead of "Yes?" most of the time, despite not being German or Russian), but there are stories he could tell about some of his friends. One particular example involved getting a particularly cloud-cuckoo-landish friend (who also happens to be a troper) and pointing her at someone else as a form of CoolAndUnusualPunishment. From out of nowhere, the CCL'er started giving TheTalk. SAN loss ensued. !!Observations

One of this troper's friends is regarded by him as the King of Non Sequiturs, having come up with such as gems as 'you never see the woman getting pregnant after having sex with JamesBond'. Granted, he was watching a James Bond film at the time, but...

My best guess is that Bond is infertile. As many women as he's shown to have slept with, odds are that at least one might have had a contraceptive failure (assuming she was using contraception), and I don't see him as having the wisdom or self-control in this area for consistent condom use (and those aren't 100% either). Yes, this occurred to me to think about, and I ''wasn't'' watching a Bond movie at the time, it just randomly popped into my head.

One of this troper's high school English teachers. He had a very messy classroom with all sorts of random stuff ranging from rotting pomegranates to a drawing of Vincent Price with monster teeth, had a classroom theme song, had nicknames for various things in the classroom (notably the Meatwagon for a rolling podium), preparing for gladitorial combat when parent teacher conferences came around (which were pretty much all held in the gym), and rang a bell on Locker cleanout days collecting "Junk for Juveniles". Was really disappointed when he retired before my senior year.

This troper's little sister's best friend, and to a lesser extent the sister herself. In their defense, they're both ten years old (and this troper's 22. Read into that what you will.). Incidentally, the sister has some... anger issues. This troper shamelessly admits to setting her off ''on purpose''. And reading that makes it look like this troper has some tendencies toward Cloudcuckooland himself.

This troper's mother is often like this. She calls almost all animals, including bugs, "he", sometimes calls inanimate objects "he" - at this point you may be thinking that she speaks English as a second language and it's a carryover from her first language, but, no. She does it for her own mysterious reasons. Also, whenever she misses the subject of what you're talking about - if asked, "Where's my ''[mumble]''?" she says, "Who?" That's just the start of it, though. You know those paper "napkin rings" you get in restaurants? She once picked one of those up and declared, "This would be helpful if I broke my finger!" She proceeded to put it on the way she would if carrying out ill-advised first aid for a broken finger. It really does get weirder, but I forget the really great examples. I fully expect she'll come up with some other weird thing soon.

She also once was calling to the currently unnamed cat while carrying a bag of pads (ie., the feminine hygiene sort). She told me that she waved the bag of pads at the cat and called, "Pads!" and started considering naming it that. Why did she beckon to the cat with pads? She was "tempting it with them".

This troper knows a girl who is a major 'lander and also an {{Pettanko}}, {{Otaku}} YaoiFangirl or DannyPhantom. She can recite almost anything from the classic {{Disney}} movies (except AliceInWonderland, which she is afraid of.) and draws foxes all the time. I actually find it interesting and cute. !!Examples without Evidence

This guy has really bad ADHD and draws bunnies on his math homework. They're usually killing themselves.

Believe it or not, this troper's ''father''. Although Reiko-chan does have her moments...

This tropette, thanks to Aspergers' Syndrome.

That goes for This Troper as well.

People's mileage widely vary in regards to This Troper, but often they wander around {{Cloudcuckoolander}}, InsufferableGenius, or ObfuscatingStupidity. Of course, I just don't care.

This Troper is pretty much the ''only'' insane guy in his class. He is a TalkativeLoon that gets good grades, and keeps LampshadeHanging RealLife. yet he seems to be disturbingly eccentric and all.

This troper. Period.

@/JuiceBoxHero '''''is''''' this trope.

@/MacPhisto can't remember if he's added his name to this page or not...

MacPhisto can't remember if he added his name to this list...

This troper, hands down. !!Subversions, Aversions, etc.

This troper acts like this deliberately. #QUOTE#'''SharmHedgehog''': Butterflies are small insects that can fly using their funnily-coloured wings. They have six legs. They have no pants.

Xanram This troper is not fully a CloudCuckooLander himself, but likes to put on a partial act of having my head somewhere else...

Subverted with this one, since i only have a confusing mindset and partly inaudible speech, leading others to think i'm delirious. Double subverted, because both me and my friend tend to spout random nonsense mid-conversation, and laugh to it afterwards. Such as "Meee-lon!", to which the other responds "Leee-mon!". !!Anonymous

The class was deep in a lecture about 'Agriculture in the 5th century' one day, while I was staring off into space. My friend asked what I was thinking about, and I wondered out loud what pudding made from Headcrabs would taste like. I've also wondered out loud what sort of background would be required to become a Space Marine, How Gordon Freeman goes to the bathroom, what Gordon Freeman's HEV suit smells like after all it's been through, and what sort of license would be required to keep Alex Mercer as a pet. Gamer Chick and Cloudcuckoolander is an interesting combination. I also tend to skip as opposed to walking, and skip/walk into walls due to being so lost in a daydream.

This tropette walks around looking vacant and dreamy, plays music in her mind with her perfect memory and blinks to it, closes her eyes for several minutes while continuing as normal to think better, wears earrings made of corks, always has something painted on her face, wears odd clothing and spent 15 minutes today thinking about how cute clams are. She also enjoys talking entirely in quotes from her favourite media and fails to understand why other people are weirded out by this. Does she qualify?

Are you me?

Marry me, please.

Most of the time this troper just does it for the Lulz, because what is funnier than inspiring WTF reactions in people who just wont loosen up or just making people laugh with nonsensical silliness? Other times, its unintentional, as I spend a lot of time inside my own head and all the strange worlds therein. I know how to return to earth, but the weirdness must come with me.

Same here, but only when this troper is feeling cheerful and is with his close friends. Toasters make terrible nannies.

One really disturbing example is when ,during Tae Bo classes, I got hit in the stomach by a female classmate - ''and I'm the only guy in that friggin' class!'' - ''just because I pulled an innocent prank on her.'' (More specifically, I pinched on her waist to give her a laugh, but...) I just told the story to my other classmates in a very unusual way - which runs along {{Sarcasm Mode}} and are very {{Blatant Lies}}: ''"What she did was good! I am having a stomach gas problem, she punched me, I felt better! Could you all please give me a punch?"''

This Troper is like this especially on caffeine highs and when she's in a certain mood. Examples:

The resident JerkJock was bugging me over IChat because my friend came out as bisexual instead of yelling at him for his obvious homophobia, I asked him "What kind of cows do you prefer?" and then asked "Did you forget the octopus?" It scared him away.

When I get deprived of sleep I usually go into this especially. I start singing about whatever comes to my head like "the volcano exploded and the queen had a celebration."

I made a plan to TakeOverTheWorld that I shall not reveal. I appointed my friend as the interuniversal dinosaur peace coordinator. She is also a Cloudcuckoolander and agreed to this role.

This troper's boyfriend once told her that he had a sudden urge to moo...

A few months earlier, he had asked me how to spell the word "cute".

This Troper has this guy in their section in marching band, who is usually silent and shy. But, with his cousin, or so this Troper discovered, is the most talkative bastard on Earth. The following quotes were all during band rehearsal. #QUOTE#'''LC''': "My shoes are so comfortable, it feels like I'm wearing TWO shoes~!" #QUOTE#'''LC''': "What are these BONES on my knees? What do they DO?" #QUOTE#'''LC''': "UWAAAA!!! There's spit on my pants! UGGGHH! It's not coming off! Lookit, this spot's disappearing! AH! It's GONE! There's SPIT on my PANTS!!!"

Sometimes, I talk about death. Sometimes, it disturbs the people who I'm with, and you know what I usually tell them? And yes, people, this IS real. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': What's wrong? We're all gonna die, anyway!

When my classmate was talking about being bitten, I got ready to chomp his forearm. I was almost just about to do so until he became aware of what happened. #QUOTE#'''Renako''': So have you ever gotten bitten before? #QUOTE#'''Andou''': Nope, never would. #QUOTE#'''Renako''': Hey, you don't mind if I bite you, wouldya? #QUOTE#'''Andou''': Of course yes! #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': *prepares to bite Andou's forearm* #QUOTE#'''Renako''': Well, anyway, so wanna bite me? #QUOTE#'''Andou''': Don't wanna bite anything except for food then. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': *on the verge of biting Andou's forearm* #QUOTE#'''Isa''': Andou, Oresama's coming for you... #QUOTE#'''Andou''': '''''AAAUAGH!''''' #QUOTE#'''Renako''': *about to laugh* Oresama, what the hell!? #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': Aww, dagnabbit!

I applied ''moe'' archetypes to various people, and as a person fluent in Japanese, no one knew what I was talking about. Turns out there was a Meganekko and a Tsundere, while I was the Yandere or Yangire.

This is probably the ultimate example of ALL my various Cloud Cuckooland ventures. I was looking for a classmate of mine at the time of this conversation: #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': Hey, where's Carly? #QUOTE#'''Nikky''': I don't know. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': *cue ''usual response* '' I bet he's dead. #QUOTE#'''Nikky''': He is. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': '''''WHAT!?''''' So how did he die? #QUOTE#'''Nikky''': It was a plane crash. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': Will there be a wake, or at least a funeral? #QUOTE#'''Nikky''': Nope. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': '''''WHY?''''' What the hell happened? #QUOTE#'''Nikky''': Couldn't retrieve his body. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': Ohh, so that's what happened to him. #QUOTE#'''Carly''': *walks into room* #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': '''CARLY!''' I thought you were dead!

Much later, I would end up having a tendency to dream weird dreams. One went along the lines of seeing my classmate in a Filipino traditional male outfit, while in Mainland China. #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': Leccy, I just had the strangest dream about you! #QUOTE#'''Leccy and Nikky''': Why, what happened? #QUOTE#'''Oresama''': First the two of us were in a hotel, in Mainland China, and we went to the Forbidden City. Next, we saw a pregnant tourist having to undergo labor! She had a stillbirth, yet the baby survived, yet Mama died and it happened again and again but--''I woke up.''

A teacher at my school falls under this trope. She once said she should should have been born a munchkin. Another time she was going around the room checking we were on the right section in the state testing booklet (marked with a tree frog in the corner). As she passed my desk, she said "frooog" in a weird robotic monotone.

A kid in my Spanish class also once said, in an otherwise ordinary conversation, "do you ever get the urge to scratch the inside of your ear with you tongue?" When he realized that no, no one else did, he turned to me and asked if it would end up in her friend's public eavesdropping column in the school paper. Sorry 'bout that man, it was too good to pass up.

This Troper spent a disturbingly long period of time explaining to her friends what personalities shapes had. She was very confused when her friends didn't see it. "Circles are happy and cheerful and love life, squares do really well in school and will be doctors and lawyers and stuff when they grow up, and triangles are like punk kids and they hate all the other shapes. Why don't you understand? It makes so much sense!" This Troper gives personalities to letters, animals, and often inanimate objects as well, but feels it would be wise not to share them, as her sanity would be questioned further. Not that this has stopped This Troper's friends from questioning her sanity, anyway...

Well I totally see your point. I wouldn't have come up with it on my own, but if asked "please assign these personality traits to these shapes" of course I would have assigned them the way you did. They are the most fitting.

This troper suspects you have Synesthesia, you're not insane, your brain is just wired so you assocate things like shapes and numbers with personalities.

I totally get that, it makes sense. I Would like to marry a square but date a circle for a while. Rectangles are hard though, their like unknown, maybe like squares but squares being other shapes you know? And pentagons have multiple personaltes or are very competent.

And I thought I was the only one! All the numbers have personalities. 4 is kinda the SpoiledSweet type, and she may grow up to be a RichBitch (like 16)... what? I'm not crazy!

This troper thinks you're not crazy! She does the same, too! She thinks number nine is evil and number three is its little minion, both always poking at the other numbers in the multiplying table! But then, number 10 saves the day!

This Troper has a friend that could be considered textbook example of a CloudCuckoolander, as there were. Some of her more rememberable actions include deciding which desserts the characters of FFVII would be, deciding that for 24 hours she would end all her sentences with 'Pineapple' and endlessly rambling on about completely irrelevant subjects, including why her cat looks like a sock. she's been affectionately nicknamed by the Troper, "Cuckoo-chan".

She is, however, by no means, stupid. Living in Austraia, a place where NO-ONE, EVER is moved up a grade... she was.

(This Troper does not believe she is a CloudCuckoolander herself, although she does have the innate ability to act like one. The secret is, as her mother elequently puts it, is to "Open your mouth and immediately say whatever rubbish comes into your head."

This troper (as well as several of her family members and friends) drift in and out of reality when there's a lapse in conversation. She calls it "train-hopping", as she says she keeps hopping from one train of thought to another, but only other {{CloudCuckooLander}}s seem to get it (she's found the WikiWalk page, but she still likes train-hopping more). Some of her statements could almost be considered philosophical, though. Another chunk is also anime references, but even then, half of them don't make any sense to other fans. Weirdest thing is that a lot of the time she's a DeadpanSnarker. Then again, on the odd occasion, her snarks dip into Cloudcuckoolander territory.

This troper does this too, only he calls it his "ATV of thought"- it might go parallel to the train(or at least jumping over it, and occasionally plowing through it), but most of the time it's off ramping hills and getting dirty.

I would actually call that a one-way ticket to a therapist...

This troper is a Cloudcuckoolander, if a rather anti-social one. To date, some of her more cuckoolandery hijinks are: sharpening spoons to use as weapons in case of a zombie apocalypse; coming up with an elaborate conspiracy that involved the government contracting a mercenary army of raccoons to assassinate her; starting a blood feud with the squirrel that lives in her front yard; making a utopia city by using the dirt and clay from her mother's front garden; and last but not least, going to a costume party as a semi-colon, while her equally crazy friend went as an exclamation point, half way through the party, staged an elaborate argument that made it seem like a giant semi-colon and found her giant exclamation point boyfriend cheating on her with the Tooth Fairy. .

This troper feels the above tropers pain. This troper is also currently involved in WWIII with the raccoons behind his house. Damn furry masked bastards...

Same here. I'm locked in a bloody war of attrition with the little bastards who keep getting into the garage door. And I won't even get into the incident of the squirrel SWAT team and the attic. You'd be reading all day.

This troper has been accused of being a cloudcuckoolander a few times by friends. Most recently when showing them Avatar and having them remark that obviously Ty Lee was based on this troper.

This troper's friend: "If you could taste sound, your voice would be all crunchy. No wait, is crunchy texture or taste? Whoa, lost my train of thought! There it goes, the rails led it off a cliff... BOOM! It's on fire too."

This Troper ''seems'' normal, until such time as he suddenly turns to you and asks, out of nowhere: "What do you think is the evil opposite of a rabbit?" or "You know, if I had to choose, I would just take the third wish on retainer.". This troper swears that there's a coherent thought process behind all of this- his family is just used to it.

Is it a badger?

Regarding the first, maybe she should look up synesthesia?

This troper does those aside glances too. Whenever one of his friends said something weird, he'd turn to the invisible "camera" and give it a confused look.

This troper once sold her soul to herself so that, if she ever went crazy, she could never sell it to anyone else. She only gets worse when sleep-deprived, and claims it all as why she would never need drugs. (Not that she'd ''need'' them anyway, but you know what I mean.)

This troper's best friend has been known to call her and say such things as "I had a dream about fish eggs" and "The play I am writing is called 'Why Cats Are Selfish, Or Lobster Dinners Are Expensive.'" She also has an "imaginary lawyer" named Peter [=McArthur=] and talks about him whenever the opportunity arises.

Her high school Spanish teacher was also an excellent example of a {{Cloudcuckoolander}}. One day, said teacher "adopted" an erasable blue pen and named it Lucky. She screamed "MURDERER!" whenever someone took off "Lucky's" pen cap, claiming that he was decapitated.

Awww...poor lady...strangely enough, that actually made me sad...]

This troper had a high school Spanish teacher that also fell into this trope. She had a tendency to break into song spontaneously, especially Evita (one time, in fact, the principal came into her room as she was erasing the blackboard and singing "Don't Cry For Me, Argentina." The principal just watched for a while. Also, she had a fetish for plastic vegetables, most notably a supposedly "Happy Asparagus" that she threw at people who acted out in class. I could not even make this stuff up.

Some gems from classes I've substituted for:

To students passing through my room from outside to the inner hall: "This is a toll room, give me a quarter!"

To a student wearing a cap backwards: "The last time wearing a hat like that didn't look ''completely'' stupid was TheEighties, and I don't think you were born yet!" (He wasn't)

To two kids who were arguing: "Quit doing that, before I take you outside and make you duel with cream pies!"

After being forced to show a {{Narm}}tacular movie: "That was so bad it broke the universe."

Does doing a lesson on comparative monomyths, comparing ''The Canterbury Tales'' and ''DragonQuest IV'', count?

Student: "You're really tall." Me: "Or everyone else is really short."

"Don't get run over by football players!"

To a sick student: "Please don't puke on your fellow students. It's unsanitary."

To a student who said the room smelled funny: "Since it's an agribusiness class, maybe the smell was put there to add verisimilitude."

Regarding people playing iPods too loud: "If I had it to do over again, I would become an audiologist. I'd have lots of customers."

To two girls on the opposite side of a cabinet from me: "You guys aren't doing anything inappropriate over there that someone would want to film, are you?"

"Given the realities of biology, it would actually make ''more'' sense for women to wear pants and men to wear dresses."

This troper is a follower of Discordianism, a religion seemingly based on living in Cloudcuckooland. Discordianism is the source of such quips as:

All statements are true and false and meaningless.

A Discordian is to partake of no hot dog buns.

The Law of Fives.

Which only makes this troper wonder where the ''ChurchOfTheSubgenius'' fits in...

While browsing the reference section of the library, This troper found a dictionary of cults and other minor religions, which he proceeded to check for an entry for the Illuminatus. While it did not contain any such entry, he was surprised that it contained one for Discordianism, which it noted was unusual among religions for the importance it gives to humor; implicitly then linking it to the quest for truth/illumination/fitting-in/whatever-things-religions-say-they-quest-for-these-days (Still unclear with that concept). This did strike the troper in question as quite wise, and quite a correct description, going back to things mentioned in the interview at the end of the Principia Discordia (Loompanics edition). It led to other interesting thoughts concerning the importance of humor in education, the power of games in learning, a book he got his mother to buy about that topic, and another book about visual perception from the same bookstore, which was too expensive, but had the words 'Mathematical Psychology' on the cover. Have you ever noticed that the sky isn't domed and the horizon shouldn't be at eye-level?

Can i marry you? I don't care if you're the same gender as me.

Isn't the horizon defined as the part of the sky at eye level? Considering that the majority of the sky -aka the atmosphere- is beneath you but blocked by the earth it makes perfect sense that there should be some lowest eye-line level.

No, the horizon is where the most distant ground you have a line-of-sight to "meets" the sky. On an infinite plane, the horizon would be effectively at eye-level, because ''any'' angle of depression would eventually intersect the ground at some distance. On the (approximately spherical) Earth, the horizon is lower because the ground is curving away from you. Just how far away the horizon is, and the angle between the horizon and the nadir, depends on how high up you are. Over-analyzed enough?

On the topic of bizarre religions, any follower of the faith of the invisible Pink Unicorn would qualify (at least, if our faith were not the One True Religion, hehe).

I can't wait for the world's first inevitable mock religion war.

Which will be played out by custard pies at sunset.

Well, as soon as we finish our war with the [=PIEist=] fools, feel free to (try to) attack Our Religion.

You don't have to belong to an odd religion to have Cloudcukoolander tendencies in that area. This troper is a Christian and often says such stunningly oddball things as : "You need look no further than the naked human body to know that God has an amazing sense of humor" and "If Jesus was telling the tale of the Good Samaritan today, the Levite and Priest would be Jerry Fallwell and Pat Robertson and not only would they pass the guy by, they would take whatever the thieves had left him as they did." She is...not so popular with the local Evangelical christians, but everybody else finds it quite amusing.

At least you aren't a Simeist, that believes God is playing The Sims using us as... Their Sims.

ALL PRAISE TO THE FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER!!!

This Troper's CISCO Academy instructor is an odd blend of the {{Absent-Minded Professor}} and this, often times forgetting the days of the week and tending to suddenly point out random things during a lesson.

This Troper gets the distinct impression that people consider him this, given his propensity to expound on future technology he'd like to design. Yes, I'm ''that guy'' with the "rebuild the species" plan in TroperTales/CrazyPrepared.

Like the above poster, this troper also gets weirder when booze is involved. Unfortunately, I'm still learning when enough's enough.

This troper is normally more of a DeadpanSnarker, but definitely has her moments (especially when tired); she infamously once asked her family "What's the purpose of fruit?", verbatim, during a car trip, and didn't quite get why they all burst out laughing. The most embarrassing part was that I was aware beforehand that fruit were for spreading seeds, I'd just forgotten it.

My friend and I pretty much switch between DeadpanSnarker and {{Cloudcuckoolander}} (one is each) as part of the inconceivably long comedy act that is our existences.

This troper once got a bit panicked at school lunch and asked, "Jessica! Jessica! ...Does the table look oddly /long/ to you?", which became a joke, along with, when another of this troper's friends took her glasses, "Mia! Why have you banished me to Fuzzyland!?" and yes, this troper did think about the world without her glasses as Fuzzyland for a long time beforehand.

This troper enjoys screaming random things and becoming obsessive about certain mangas. In fact, she had an idea to dress up a Naruto Uzumaki and walk around a rennesaince fair. With cameras. And Sasuke following her, asking where the dude in the bright orange jumpsuit was.

You know, I think I could buy that Obama one.

you sound a lot like This Troper

This troper knows a girl who has a tendency to say whatever first came to her mind as a attempt to break the silence and start a conversation. Often they would be quite normal conversation starters ("I like icecream with chocolate crumbs and fudge. How about you?"), but nearly as often they would be something very surreal, like the time she started explaining how she'd like to own a BB gun so in case a bear or a lion entered her house she could scare her away. She also seemed to confuse communists with hippies. Go figure.

When this troper isn't busy being a DeadpanSnarker, she often reverts to this. One such gem: "I love how baby lions are so cute. It's almost enough to make you forget they're going to grow up to eat you." Oddly enough, she's much worse (or better, depending on how you look at it) when sober.

Every troper is a Cloudcuckoolander, or at least they want to be. After all, who doesn't want to be adorably quirky?

Non-Cloudcuckoolanders, generally speaking. But it's quite true that some Cloudcuckoolanders may wish they were Cloudcuckoolanders; or may even believe they are, but for nonsensical reasons.

This troper really doesn't. While it seems hilarious to have a crazy personality like that, it's more of a hassle than it's worth. He's gotten into loads of trouble because of his unhinged character, sadly. This might also be because he used to be quite a {{Keet}}, which caused his oddity to be loudly transmitted to others. Think a gender-flipped version of Tomo.

This editor isn't, and doesn't.

This troper used to be one but retrained to a {{deadpan snarker}},because he was sick of conversations grinding to a halt whenever he spoke. A snarker at least ends it intentionally. My sister went the ''other'' way.

This troper normally has slight tendencies toward this, but for some reason her grade ten history class brought out the cloudcuckoolander-ness in full. She has been quoted as randomly announcing "I love the dryer!" in class for no apparent reason (although it made sense at the time, I swear!)

This troper has a tendency to imagine that all fictional characters are somehow related or connected to each other. He already has created an elaborate family that connects various characters from his favorite books and TV shows. Meanwhile, his room-mate will randomly talk about poop and does what he thinks Peter Griffin would do when playing video games.

But they ''are'' related to each other! I'm glad I'm no the only one who sees the connections! My friends just kinda patronize me and agree...

Surrogacy, to answer your question.

This troper, describing just how cute her cat is: "I just wanna squeeze her until the little blood bubbles come out of her mouth!"

This troper had a couple of these in secondary school (about the same as high school if you're American);

My RE teacher was a bit off, putting a class on hold because of the presence of a bee and claiming the ChurchOfScientology was out to get her (although the former was because of an allergy and the later sounded semi-plausible).

My Geography and ICT teacher, Mr. Soden, enjoyed taking control of random students' computers and shaking their mouse around, he also gave this memorable exchange; #QUOTE#''*I have just explained that my computer has just stopped working and asked if he knew what the problem was* '' #QUOTE#Mr. Soden: What happens when a lorry does this ''*he slides his hands along the desk until it reaches a wall* '' #QUOTE#Me: Er...it's crash-''*realisation* ''...oh

Update- this troper, earlier today (or last night, depending on how you count it) did some kind of weird dance. When someone asked me what I was doing, I replied "doing something random." I proceeded to be random for the next hour, most of which was spent walking around the floor in a circle. Everyone else watched, apparently. It was the first time I'd acted really cloudcuckoolandish in a bunny. Wait, no, the first time I'd acted as such on my floor. It was liberating.

My 11-year-old sister is something of a {{Cloudcuckoolander}} when it comes to words. She has butchered so many over the years (both in spelling and pronunciation) that she has practically created her own language. She also gets situations confused after someone explains them to her (whether it be a government scandal or the plot of the latest episode of ''Series/{{Heroes}}''). But she is also one of the smartest, funniest, and brightest people that I know.

A friend of mine in high school was voted "Most Likely to Be a Benevolent Extraterrestrial." He was known for his ability to spout absurdities without smiling, EVER.

This troper spends summers working at Office Depot. I realized that, given that we sell them, I could actually stop a robbery by dropping a safe on their head. I did ''not'' mention this epiphany to the boss. I'm weird, not stupid.

One troper is a constant Deadpan Snarker (excluding the occasional Evil Laugh), and due to some kind of unidentified sleep disorder tends to go all philosophical at inappropriate moments. That, and he goes on long Motive Rants about pretty much everything he does, including why did he change language three times mid sentence or why does he keep a machete under the bed. Fortunately, his girlfriend is used to his Cloudcuckoolanderiness.

This troper has a friend named Maximilian Jacob Dismus Nightingale who aspires to be the Pope, frequently speaks in purple prose, often dances in public to inaudible private music, and once paused thoughtfully during an imaginary tightrope walk along a partition in the cafeteria tile floor at a choir dinner to look up, squint contemplatively, and then brightly announce "Wouldn't it be great if I were like Spider Man and could walk on walls?"

The Normans come from Northern France; that means ya at least have a shot as Anti-Pope!

This troper tends to joke every second word, and usually rather obscure ones, and thus ends up getting looks as blank as Sean Connery's Beretta. [HINT: The one he used as an actor.] He then ends up saying something like, "No, don't listen to the crazy me, I'm just joking. Again. Could you tell?"

Can ''anyone'' ever tell when people who post in this category joke?

My friends and I had a tendency to jump from topic to topic in a way that seemed logical in our heads, but made no sense to outside observers because they only saw the beginning and end points. We would be discussing A and my brain would link A to B to C to D, etc. I would then suddenly blurt out "That reminds me of Q," despite B-P not having been mentioned out loud, and A and Q being totally unrelated. This happened so often we even had a name for it: Chicken Wings (named after a particularly ridiculous example.)

This troper's friend seems to be a Cloudcuckoolander 95% of the time (the other 5% of the time is spent Wangsting about various stuff, like being a Cloudcuckoolander). She enjoys spinning in circles, saying the TV is shiny ''multiple times'' and has a theory about how pigeons are evil. Yes, ''pigeons''. This Troper can also occasionally lapse into Cloudcuckooland and ask really, ''really'' strange questions or make extremely random observations.

This troper's friend is responsible for gems such as "gnomes are midgets with wings." He as also buried a jar of mayonnaise for hibernation.

Let me put it this way -- I somehow got convinced I was going through TroperTales in a loop through some weird "the" organizing. My response? "Ooooh, loopy."

It may be an overdose of Scrubs, but this troper is so far in the clouds, his shoes are from the 1990's. He is prone to zoning out, having bizarre and rather realistic daydreams -- even though he only gets their shape, they seem very vivid -- and then suddenly starts laughing, making him seem a raving lunatic and bullying victim No. 1 to his classmates. Also, he remembers very funny things as the most inappropriate times, and is prone to squirt out non-sequiturae to study people's priceless reactions.

Have you heard of Fantasy-Prone Personality?

Nope. Also, now that I help out at a social shopping mall (best school requirement ever) I have epic sarcasm duels with one of the senior clerks. Often, we have half the first floor in stitches. As a drawback, however, I easily give in to my infantile impulses, am rather lazy, and manage to say the worst possible things in the worst possible moment for massive damage. *shrug*

This troper. But everyone thinks she's TheQuietOne. If they were to know what she was thinking/imagining, they'd think she was on something or loopy. She also randomly talks about random topics.

That sounds like you could be this Troper's DistaffCounterpart... Would you wanna, like, wanna do something, sometime?

This troper, to the extent of once receiving a "prize" for everyday philospohy. Her favourite passtime has always been to sit and daydream, creating fantasy societies and working out their politics.. She also tend to confuse her friends by building up scenarios in her own head and asking about them.

This troper's Cloudcuckoolanding is somewhat justified, as she has high-functioning autism. ''very'' high-functioning autism. Her trips to Cloudcuckooland have generated many an in-joke, one of which being that in the event of a zombie apocalypse, her tools of assault would be two Muramasa katanas and a rocket launcher. She has also started an entire school of philosophy entirely based around the cosmology of {{Xenosaga}}.

This troper was asked the other day why he was pacing so heavily before seminar. His response: "What else to do on a rainy day?...Oh, wait. It's not raining."

This troper has moments - maybe you do, too - where he can read or type a word, and it suddenly sticks out to him for some reason, cause him to become briefly fixated upon it. And it's not unusual words, either. It's words like "as" or "if". Just recently, I typed the word "far", and then spent the next fifteen seconds doing nothing but repeating it to myself and turning it over and over in my head. Far far FAR Far....

Ditto this troper who had a high school teacher with a very peculiar manner of speech. He would sometimes accent shift (with impressive fake nationality accents) from one sentence to the next or insert one or two very odd, non-sequitur sentences in an otherwise seemingly completely serious discussion (this troper's favorite was "And at that point the young ''ninja Xenomorph'' bursts out of one's chest" in a talk about romantic love). All of this done with a completely straight face. This troper thinks it was a (very effective) way to hold his students' attention. Needless to say it was also the favorite class of many students, this troper included.

This troper sometimes talks about what it would be like if cats could fly, and sometimes imagines a flock of cats flying over the horizon.

This troper can drift quite a bit from CloudCuckoolander to Deadpan Snarker, to whatever the day brings. In middle school, this lead to plenty of issues with teasing and bullying. The situation slowly improved though, as the kids in her school branched away from the normal cliche of high schoolers and instead became a herd of CloudCuckooLanders, often confusing real life with 80's movies, TV shows and other random things. If you won't believe that many people were on Planet CloudCuckoolander, take this as an example: Towards the end of Middle School, there was a Musical episode. Things progressed further throughout high school, and the underclassmen CloudCuckoolander count seemed extremely high as well at the time of this troper's graduation.

Because of frequent BriefAccentImitation, non-sequiturs, a rather quirky dress sense and a seemingly loose grasp on reality, this troper seems to have one foot permanently stuck in Cloudcuckooland. In fact, her stand-up comedy routine is pretty much based on this trope. She can turn the 'Landerness off at any given moment, though, depending on her mood.

This troper's father's nickname for her is Spaceman Spiff. There is probably a reason for this.

There's a reason why I'm being set as the heir of "King 'tard" (rey tarado). (And there was that time I went to uni with a RAM chip pendant... Nobody forgets. xD) Oh, and scatterbrained. A lot.

My lab partner will randomly say things like "Scotch tape smells good", "Aladdin's voice really annoys me!", and "Y'know, marijuana isn't that addictive..." when we're working. She'll also randomly start counting in Korean. (FYI, she's a 100% straight-arrow, non-Korean person, which makes all of that even weirder.)

This Troper is that lab partner. Once, not understanding the instructions, he told his partner to explain it "as if I knew it, but you had to explain it anyway because we're really in a TV show and the new viewers just tuning in won't understand what is going on." He's also contimplated the effectiveness of catching, trying, and executing the campus population of squirrels, leaving the dead bodies to hang at the campus entrance with a sign reading "Squirrels, Ye be warned" as an effective squirrel repellent and will regularly begin lab with a rousing "how are we going to implode the universe today?" At his job as a lifeguard, he has told kids to stop running because "You'll slip, fall, and split your skull in two and I'll be damned if I clean up your mess after you." ...What?

This Troper once remarked that a classmate stole the show, and refused to give it back. And then I called another classmate a pile of coke-addicted kitty litter. The fact that I acknowledge and accept it makes me a conscious Cloudcuckoolander, which makes things all the sweeter.

This troper's friend. He occasionally declares me a cyberwitch in IM conversations. The conversations then degenerate into "BURN THE CYBERWITCH" and me being immune to flames. Said troper herself is a minor Cloudcuckoolander, though it's nore in her head. Not always, though - walking home from school once, she looked at the sidewalk, remembered a worm she had seen that morning, and remarked, "I wonder what happened to the worm that was here? I hope it's okay." She also has declared her mind a "knotty labyrinth" and cannot always understand what she thinks of, though often she'll relate two things and the relation makes perfect sense in her head(A#QUOTE#B#QUOTE#C#QUOTE#[...]#QUOTE#Z.17), though doesn't that happen to everyone on this page?

This troper is partly cloudcuckoolander with an ''intense hatred for spoons.''

I burst into song in public, narrarate meetings with fictional characters in my head when I'm bored, and agressively seek eye contact. When I have visitors over, I like to inform them which items or furniture are actually stolen, or show off my collection of soul contracts. (I'm not sure if they're legally binding, though.) I also delight in giving answers and comments in completely wrong context, just to confuse people. ("Of course I could, but I think it's illegal in some countries. Or it should be." "I'll need more hammers before I can do that." "Well, well, well... it's a hole in the ground." "You know, no one's ever seen [name of friend] and Superman at the same time... I wonder what *that* means?") While most of my friends have learned to expect this sort of thing (though much as they try, they can never match me), sometimes I meet someone new and enjoy the flummoxed look. ("You have very sharp elbows for a guy. Your girlfriend must be proud.")

Are you...me?

This troper tends to forget that humans aren't telepathic and just because her train of thought lead somewhere doesn't mean everyone else's leads the same place. This results in strange and apparently random elements being introduced into conversations and seems to confuse everyone except other Cloudcuckoolanders. It's got to the point where friends have to remind me, "you have to say something out loud for us to hear you," and "that made sense in my head!" is my justification for pretty much anything I say.

This troper is a 100% Cloudcukoolander to the point that he is regularly asked "Are you drunk?" As if his citizenship to Cloudcukooland was in any jeopardy, when this troper's family saw the Pirates of the Caribbean movies, they couldn't believe that the character Jack Sparrow was not based on this troper.

The pot smoking probably didn't help, but this troper considers 'reality' to be for people with no imagination, also, it's where the pizza-boy lives.

This troper may not be a ((Cloudcuckoolander)), but he certainly has a passport. He tends to beatbox to his own rhythm, talk to himself during somebody ELSE'S conversation, make random observations (i.e. "Are you seeing the same shade of green that I'm seeing?" or "If Sodexho (his school's cafeteria provider) serves prisons as well as schools... damn, I want to go to prison."), and basically be spacing out half of the time.

Among this troper's many eccentricities are a tendency to talk to and mutter to himself in a low voice, make strange sound effects, using his hands to play out action sequences that he imagines, although all of these things have diminished over the years as he's grown up and become (somewhat) more mature. Nowadays, they've been replaced with an obsession with Canadian politics, including making strange jokes that few if any people around him get, along with a tendency to ramble on about subjects that no one around him is interested in. Fortunately, after people have gotten to know him long enough, they come to regard him as a {{Bunny Ears Lawyer}} who is nonetheless quite intelligent and otherwise perfectly normal. Of course, few if any people know about his other strange but harmless obsessions, such as with trying to preserve the best elements of superhero comics and {{Swords and Sorcery}} while also breathing new life into them, or in trying to flesh out various Monsters of the Week to give them more personality and background as characters, rather than just punching bags for a series protagonist.

This troper and her sister both qualify as grade-A Cloudcuckoolanders. Amoung the many... "interesting" discussions we've had:

Who would get which country after we'd take over the world. (I wound up with China, Japan, most of Europe except Scotland, and the North Island of New Zealand.)

Getting a personal set of highly trained ninja bodyguards after accomplishing said taking over the world.

Whether it would be fair to deliberately mess with the heads of the fans of our (heretofor unpublished) work by randomly posting spoilers on the internet.

Making ipod playlists of songs that fit our favorite fictional couples or songs that fit characters, scenes, and events from our in-progree novels/comics/tv series ideas. Or worse, thinking about the exact editing of amvs to said songs that might one day be made for said ideas.

Reading aloud inane ramblings from our journals which contribute such gems as, "Make me a happy Ally! Take me shopping!", "Now see? I started off rambling about rambling and then I ending up... rambling, wow that was redundant.", and my personal favorite, the story of the "Evil princess with a giant mechanical chicken."

Hiring a roomful of geeks to browse the internet all day looking for bad fanfiction of our stories and then kindly asking the authors to take them down. And this doesn't even cover all the "creative dumping" we do on each other about our story ideas.

Cloudcuckoolander? That does not even BEGIN to cover me. Here's a list.

Being convinced that all household appliences are against me.

Starting a war against all watches and hiding them in a box under my bed.

Adopting an invisable purple fox that could fly and talk and then proceeding to tell everyone about it. (I was 7.)

Having loud discussions with imaginary friends in public. (YES. I'm 13.)

Wanting to take over the world just so I could make it LAW that everyone reads the Saga of Darren Shan.

Constantly talking about the Saga of Darren Shan.

Always quoting Yu-Gi-Oh abridged.

Becoming a magpie for a day and TAKING EVERYTHING SHINY from my ENTIRE house.

Dancing in public places when I hear birds singing.

Being completly obsessed with the Saga of Darren Shan

Freaking out over tiny spelling mistakes.

Being scared of mirrors.

Talking to cats like I can understand what they're mewing about. And there's more, but I won't go into THAT.

This Troper is not a full-time Cloudcuckoolander, but she slips into it quite a bit. Two words: Microphone politics. She'll leave that for you to figure out.

This Troper once felt a little bit silly around bedtime. His brother told him to turn his lamp off, and he argued that it was not a lamp. It was obviously a luminous fish. This was followed by a Crowning Moment of Funny, when his brother erupted into a shout of "TURN! OFF! THE! FREAKING! FISH!" We both laughed until midnight.

This troper is like this, when I'm not being super energetic. I'll often just stare out into space for hours (seriously), thinking about things like whether the Quaker Oatmeal Squares man would get mad if I changed his cereal's name to just plain Quaker oat Squares, and wondering if I'm in a show and the audience is listening to what I'm saying as an inner dialogue. Also my inner voice often speaks with random accents. One time it had Osaka's voice. For no particular reason.

This troper's stepmother. She once wailed "But it was my ''brother''!" when I put a fluff-covered date in the bin, and recently knitted me a cover for my USB stick. The second one isn't ''especially'' Cloudcuckooesque, but traditionally USB covers are made of plastic...

This troper (also a Cloudcuckooolander) was recently knitted a USB cover by his fellow cloudcuckoolander friend. She's also knitted a zombie, some brains for the zombie to eat, and she's currently working on knitting a box to go with her knitted donuts. This troper was in charge of helping her find wool/yarn that looked like it had sprinkles.

Half of this troper's family are cloudcuckoolanders. If you have been staying with our extended family for a month, you have probably hear te beginning of half a dozen conversations, the end of three conversations (not the same ones) and the middle of some 55 3/4 conversations. And the weird thing is, we never call each other on the random tangents, because pretty much ''everyone'' does it at least three times per discussion.

This troper seems to spend most her time wandering around Cloudcuckooland singing horribly and picking flowers which she will later eat. She often zones out during a conversation, confuses her thoughts with what they're talking about, and comes back in asking something which she thinks is revelant at the time, but has nothing to do with anything. And any conversation always tends to end in either blank stares from the other person, unless they know her well enough to actually half-follow the conversation.

I'm not much of this, really, but I did have a weird conversation with my friend while we were both pretty sleepy. (Hey, it was before exams.) Noticing a doodle on one of her pages of a kangaroo with googly eyes, I immediately said: "Why does that kangaroo have both eyes on one side?" "Because it goes around on the ocean floor like those fish..." "Flounders?" "Yeah. And sometimes it goes on land. It uses its tail to propel itself, and it has to stay damp to slide around." "You know, that would be a good video game. Uh, let me think of the plot...Evolution?" "That's Spore. That's copying. What's the species anyways? Let's just call him Steve." "No, SteveX. Or Steve with a silent 'X'. And...he goes out on land and conquers Australia. And then becomes president of the United States. Then he dies tragically. Of oxygen deprivation." "So he died because he stayed out of the water? Is that suicide?"

This troper's little brother is prone to spouting off non-sequiturs, which are often genuinely funny, like "There's a butt in my pants!" Sometimes he tries too hard, though...

This troper knows a guy in school who fits. He has a tendency to spout off random statements in the middle of conversations.

This troper knew a girl like this, said girl was also a Ditz. She acted like this regularly. Yet again, none of her other classmates were that smart either.

This troper lives in cuckoocloudland. I'm constanly singing random snatches of song, often mixing several songs together, and apparently, I say randomly, "hmm, that might work." I also freak my friends out with complete nonsensical responses. My friends will talk about something, and I burst in about something else.

this trope should be named "the {{NegativeZero}}". i cant pay attention to anything. im absolutely obsessed with the idea i randomly came up with that france is the most powerful country on earth (which i wont explain cuz im saving it for my webcomic), my teacher once said something about how you cant let your grass grow to long and i got to some idea about letting it happen and then bombing my lawn once people complain, and sometimes in the middle of a sentence ill suddenly go off about something with only a tangential relation.

This troper probably appears as a cloudcuckoolander to his aquaintences. He dosn't do much to give evidence to the contrary, though... He can be quoted with "I don't have a train of thought. I have a hot air baloon". Part of the problem is that he will move with the conversation of those around him, then after his input is finished, will stare at somethingorother for a while, thinking an inexplicably complex drift of thought, then vocalise the concept it ends up at. {{Hilarity Ensues}}

Also, they seem convinced he has the Second Sight, or something. Such as the stone dragon incident, in which he and several freinds were passing a sculpture shop, this troper pointed to one and remarked: #QUOTE#Me: That's a lovely dragon #QUOTE#Freinds: *ignore and walk on* #QUOTE#Me: *sigh* It's in the visible spectrum this time #QUOTE#Freinds: *turn around and see statue* Hey, you're right!

This troper has a female friend who is basically the living embodiment of this trope (with a FreudianExcuse in the form of her unsupportive, possibly abusive JerkAss family). A recent example: This troper invites friend to see a movie and have dinner. Despite knowing her for a really long time, I'd never actually been out to eat anywhere with her. During dinner at a Chinese buffet, she takes about 5 minutes to eat each individual bite of food, hovering it around in front of her face using her fork in a manner similar to that "airplane" thing people do, that "Here comes the airplane!" bit for children, for ridiculously long periods of time (then again, I don't know why she was doing that in the first place). She proceeds to look in random directions, displaying equally random expressions without speaking, as if, in paraphrase of my own words to her, "she looked like she was having a really varied conversation with an invisible person who constantly walked around the room." We're talking everything from expressions of surprised glee, smug satisfaction, anger, and great discomfort. After an expression of great discomfort, I asked her what she looked so down about. She says "I'm thinking." "About what?" "The fish tank." (The restaurant had a tank filled with exotic, multi-colored fish of various sizes.) "Well, why do you look so upset about the fish tank?" She stares at me. In estimation, the pause was about 10 seconds, and all pauses marked by ellipsis ('...') after-wards were probably about 10 seconds each. "I was...thinking...that...you know...if they...um...if they kept the...fish....in the...tank...to...you know...um..." Here she trailed off and said nothing for a longer pause than usual, so I offered "You mean cook them and serve them?" She responds extra-quietly "Yeah..." as if she didn't want anyone to hear, despite the fact that we were the only ones there. This is just one example of many Cloudcuckoolander moments for her.

This troper knows someone who thinks he is an orange and won't let anyone get close to him because they will peel him

This troper likes to think she is cleverly building a repetoire of magnificent bastardry behind Cloud Cuckoolander tendencies, but is usually too busy being fascinated by things like crayons, or trying to remember what day of the week it is. It's harder than it seems.

You know, this page would probably be shorter if all the tropers who ''didn't'' think they were a CloudCuckooLander posted about themselves. Though I suppose that would be the TroperTales page for TheEveryman... and that doesn't exist for a reason.

Said reason being waffles.

I find your answer to be trite and uninspired. Waffles being the cause of the lack of tropers perceiving themselves to be average everyman types is a misleading insinuation. To cite them as a general cause is downright irresponsible if not outright negligent. The truth is that any number of baked goods can be related to this as can be seen in the use of Ancient Egyptians initiated in the Eleusinian Mysteries using simple bread and other grain-based products to keep the population sated. The opiate effects of wheat, simply put, turn us into lotus-eaters, zombies if you will. Of course, it is well-known that zombies exist although they are not dead. Merely brainwashed and subjected to powerful drugs. In this way, the modern troper is much like a zombie. Our grain consumption makes us, for lack of a better term, zombie-light and leads to much of that which makes up the world as we know it today. The troper, is of course at once both blind to this and frighteningly aware. Thusly, he consiously seeks any badge that distinguishes himself from the modern diet zombie he unconsciously knows himself to truly be and so writes silly things on the internet. Waffles as a grain product may play a part in the situation but there is much more to the truth.

This troper is this, a DeadpanSnarker, TheChessmaster, and an Emotionless Guy. The result is the ability to deliver non-sequitors without batting an eyelid, all while manipulating someone. Usualy unintionaly.

This troper's best friend is an extreme Cloudcuckoolander. He once found an old key chain lying on the ground and called it "Big Jimmy". He likes to see how well it bounces. Yeah, it doesn't.

This troper just had a CloudcuckooLander moment when a friend suddenly called me a right wing radical. Started sensible enough but went into CloudCuckooLand when I said maybe the government never had a left wing and was a One Winged Angel and would bring us a reunion with Jenova. The government has done Jenova's work, be praised!

This troper defiantly. He once decided that the way to deal with the school's "Squirrel Problem" was to kill one and leave it's hanging body in front of the campus gate as an example to the other students. He once received a foam polar bear and determined that his name was Pete, but not Peter, he was an alien from another planet where polar bears had superpowers and worried that they were endangering the lives of humans with global warming, and he was a vegetarian (his favorite food being Tofu Seals). In one memorable instance, when a friend at work learned my parents worked for NSA, he determined that I was really an alien and that my parents were trying to intergrate me into human society so that when I was repatriated, I would be an advocate for humans to the aliens. That may be telling on him, but the though has crossed my mind on several occasions previous to his WildMassGuessing. That or a robot. Same reason.

This Troper knows someone who is on the verge of being terminally high and mentally insane due to this syndrome. Honestly, sitting in class drawing pictures of a giant flying alien-fish eating a cake that says "Happy Birthday Humanity," with a little stick figure wearing a sombrero on the top may be one thing, but having the teacher have to stop lecturing in class to say, "Stop writing about cats," and having him respond with, "Meow... wait, what?" whilst coming out of a daze is an entirely different thing. Not to mention the time This Troper's friend was reading aloud in class and he was muttering random words over and over. In Spanish.

This troper is not as much of a Cloudcuckoolander as he wishes he were, but he thinks having Luna Lovegood for a friend (or more) would be awesome. Birds are fish that swim in the sky. Yeah...

This troper discovered this trope by accident and found out that in many ways it fits his math professor.

This editor has come to recognize "The Stare". What's that I hear you think? It's that stare you get when you've just done or said something that no person in their right mind would ever do.

Subverted: A friend of This Troper looked like a Cloudcuckoolander to most people. At college (in 2006, mind you) he wore a bowler, bow-tie, suspenders, etc. everywhere. People would pose with him. Moreover, if you didn't know him well, his comments would seem to come from left field. We used to say that there was a certain Conversational Line, over which he would leap with reckless abandon. We're talking about home improvement? He comes in with a discussion of a Japanese film in which a man turns into various metal bits, including power tool genitalia. However, while a bit odd by societal standards, he's one of the more clear-spoken, rational individuals if you're discussing a topic of moderate seriousness (art, politics, philosophy, etc.).

This troper is a prime example; he frequently rants about wanting to give his son the name of Thor, stares at the funny microscopic things that surround his eyeglobe and attempts to focus on them, and occasionally speaks on death metal gutural mode out of nowhere for no apparent reason.

If anyone tries to talk to this troper for any length of time, she will eventually begin to stare into space and tune them out completely, lost in her own fantasies (no, not ''that'' kind of fantasy!). What really makes her a Cloudcuckoolander, however, is that at some point before the person talking to her realizes she's not listening (that, or they don't care), she'll tune in for a couple seconds just in time to hear them say a phrase that makes absolutely no sense whatsoever when compared to her previous train of thought. She will then tune the person out again and start a new train of thought based on the phrase that she heard. About a minute later, whether the person's done talking or not, she'll ask them a question related to her new, twisted train of thought. Bonus points if she merged the old T.O.T. with the new one. She doesn't do it on purpose, but it's funny to see their reactions anyway.

I'm not really sure if this is considered Cloudcuckoolander, it's more like, "Extremely random" But I'm not sure of a trope that fits it, so I'll put it here. Anyway, My friend says and does all sorts of weird things when we play video games. Here are some of the ones I can remember.

Once while playing Super Smash Bros. Melee, he paused as Kirby and said, "Yeah, you think you have it rough? Well, one time someone took my pop tarts. That wasn't very fun for me,"

In Kirby Air Ride, he said "It's illegal to sing your ABCs while driving!" and he proceeded to have a conversation with himself. He began singing "A B C D E F G" and in a shouty cop voice, shouted "YOU'RE UNDER ARREST, PUNK!"

Recently in Kirby Air Ride, during City Trial, he started stalking one of the computer players. The computer player was about to get on bulk star, which the two of us always tend to make fun of. He said, "No! Not bulk star!" and when the CPU got on bulk star he killed him. He said "I tried to warn him, but it was too late!"

Also on Kirby Air Ride, we were playing free run in City Trial, and we decided to have a battle on two of the most ridiculed vehicles among us, Bulk Star and Slick Star. As we selected our vehicles, we said in epic, overdramatic, fighting game character select screen voices "Buulk star!" "I choose slick star!". We proceeded to have a battle on those two stars. The icing on the cake is, he said "Bulk star is like an old person," and he started talking as the bulk star... Like an old person. "Howdy young whippersnappers!" he said, in his impression of an old person. He then killed me...

This troper is pretty frequently asked if he's on drugs, (was even asked so by the police once,) and has, on numberous occasions, turned into a fully fledged Nightmare Fuel Station Attendant thanks to his macabre fascinations. One very memorable such occasion was when he started ranting endlessly about bulimic cannibals... Furthermore, he is prone to free verbal associations which, in turn, results non-sequiturs, as well as addressing the audience and referring to previous days as earlier episodes.

This troper plays a character in MaidRPG, who frequently goes on tangents. To set up this next quote, he was told he needed to fake some weird trait about him. He was lost in thought, crashed into a wall, got up, and asked "What was I thinking about? ..." #QUOTE# Rin: Some sort of heart disease. It would suck to have one. With all of the running and such, it would suck to not be able to do anything like that. Speaking of suck, I never got that word. Suck, like "sucking a mint." And it means something bad. Does that mean that mints suck? That would mean mint tea also sucks. #QUOTE# Rin: ...I like tea.

This troper loves to act like he's David Letterman circa 1988 at the height of his powers, acting like whatever room he's in is a set piece from Late Night, complete with old catch phrases and schtick. The best part is that anyone younger than I am doesn't get the jokes.

This troper has a tendency to think up the strangest things but yet funny at the same time. This is a mix of NightmareFuel and [=CMoF=] for her friends. These thoughts include what the lovechild of Fox and Falco would look like, what bananas would look like if they wore underwear, how "MacArthur Park" is a giant metaphor for love, how the song "Electric Avenue" makes her think of lobsters in Mexican hats, why love is nothing in tennis but love is everything everywhere else, how "American Pie" is a metaphor for music since The Day The Music Died, and so on. Oh and how she thinks WhoseLineIsItAnyway is the official show for all CloudCuckooLanders if only because of Colin Mochrie, who is likely a fellow CloudCuckooLander.

This troper is practically this trope ''incarnate'' to the point where giving a specific example would be ludicrous.

This troper is so easily sidetracked by outside influences that he (I? She? It?) has a tendency to forget what he was talking about midsentence, and occasionally carries logical connections so ridiculously far that the end result bears no resemblence to the start. (Actual word-association response: Chartreuse? Eggs!) These two features make him a observant and inventive, if not very focused, mathematician, however, if he does say so himself.

This troper fills silences in conversation with meows. She sees music and got some strange reactions from her boyfriend when she told him that good pizza tastes like cola. This troper sorts things when she's nervous and is generally regularly mistaken for being stoned. She always names her cars, but then the gender and name assigned to the car create a personality that she honors--up to and including apologizing to Holda the Golf and Silver the Impala for going down dangerously bumpy or muddy roads. She sleeps at weird hours, she has very specific bathing rituals about which she freaks if the're not followed, and she often applies powerful literary theories to children's TV. Not to mention her fascination with innappropriate meme usage. And constantly coining new phrases!

Unsure if it really qualifies : in QuakeLive, when this troper enters a room where he's in the red team right after quitting a room where he was blue, he sometimes ''attacks his own teammates out of genuine confusion''. Happened more than once.

On a more typical note, this same troper often sees personalities and expressions in letters, numbers and shapes. He never told anyone about this.

He also likes to repeat phrases he likes for no reason. Mostly ones from funny things he sees on YouTube. PROPANE, GAYBALL, MILK, CAMERAAAAA !!

This troper is an...interesting example. She has two different personalities, Cloud Cuckoolander (Alice, her real name) and Magnificent Bastard (Kitty), and the two switch out. This troper doesn't do so well with other people, and thus often has conversations with herself, between both personalities. And with both personalities completely seperate in her mind, this often leads to her getting annoyed with her Cloud Cuckoolander personality for interrupting her planning with loud shout of, "Ohmigod, FISH STICKS!" for no apparent reason. And considering her detachment from other humans, she has created her own world and thus is often talking to what seems like no one. For example, there's her boyfriend, Erix, who happens to be a vampire. Then there's her best friends, Alexander and Aster, who are a immortal Broken Hero and a Jerkass werewolf, respectivley. Then there's her Arch Enemy, Karma, the leader of the Orginization who want to open the Portal to Karfoni. Of course, this troper and her friends have to stop them using their powers. This troper can control the element of Darkness. Then there's the small matter than, while Alice and Erix like each other, Kitty has a secret crush on Aster. Then, you have her rival, Kairi, who has the power of Fire, plus her mentor, Romulus, and the other Elemental Warriors, Daisuke (Water), Mana (Wind), Seiko (Light), and Banks (Earth). Keep in mind that only this troper can see/hear/etc all of these people. This troper could go on, but she won't.

I most certainly am, though I've mellowed out ''a lot'' since fifth grade, when my extreme Cloudcuckoolander tendencies seemed to convince my teachers that I might be a bit mentally challenged. Even before that, I annoyed just about everyone I met. The only two people who could really tolerate me were also Cloudcuckoolanders, and together we did such things as naming all the trees surrounding the track field and opening a hospital for worms. Also, I would often pretend to be a potato chip loving StarfishAlien named Pink. These days, now that we're older and not quite so hyper, we typically just discuss our crazy ideas, which tend to involve tongue-in-cheek conspiracy theories about historical figures.

This anonymous troper is this mixed with TheHyena mixed with NightmareFetishist. ''Seriously''. I laugh at everything, especially nightmarish stuff ("Ha ha, look at the expression frozen on that decapitated head!"), and then I file it away to repeat at random later. This troper has always thought that Great Cthulhu is actually a living chibi and has a Napoleon Complex and thinks that Shoggoths look like huggable Playdoh. I once decided to wear a pair of Joker-esque gloves all week just for kicks (yes, evento bed), and another time I wore a different supervillain shirt every day of the week. If that isn't enough, I frequently wonder stuff like "What would happen if the Joker and Venom got in a fight?" and "Why do cookies have to be called 'cookies'? Why aren't they called 'cakes'?" Fortunately, all of my friends are either Ditzes, Deadpan Snarkers, or cloudcuckoolanders.

this troper gets yelled at by her mother for answering questions she wasnt listening to with "meow", frequently weirds out people by mentioning shes touched a real skeleton and how cool it feels, has 2 "imaginary" friends she breaks into conversations, often goes on tangents on the pointlessness of eyebrows, and has a seriously difficult time keeping on topic when chatting with anyone who isnt her cuckoolander bff. and thats not even mentioning the frequent conspirasy theories

This troper will seem fairly normal to most people until the day she will go up to them, say something out of the blue, listen politely to about half of their response, and walk away humming before they finish their sentence.

This troper is almost a {{deconstruction}} of this trope. He's been caught in his own worlds before, unfortunately, he will become deeply attached to that other world, and may become delusional if not set straight. Usually, setting this troper straight is forcing himself to realize that no matter what he does, he will never be able to realize whatever the current fantasy might be, which is kind of like ripping out a tumor with your bare hands; it takes a lot of healthy tissue with it.

My friend is...so...bizarre...I'm crazy and paranoid myself, but...just...read this thing he wrote once: "Long ago, there was a magical place called South America. Now, South America didn’t like North America, so it invented Mexicans who invaded the land. It didn’t take long for the 8th nuclear war to start. Soon, all the Mexicans and Japanese died fighting each other. Then the Germans killed themselves because they didn’t have any tacos. Hitler didn’t exist, so the Jews were very happy. Since there was no Australia, the Jews made their move to take over the world, but Darth Vader teamed up with Gandhi, Captain Crunch, the moon, and that vampire guy from Sesame Street. The Jews knew what they had to do, so they forced the Pacific Ocean to kill the Ghostbusters. This made Jesus very angry and he took the golden axe from Golden Axe. Darth Vader knew he was no match for him, so he made the Death Star destroy the planet. Then moon destroyed the Death Star which means now the moon is very lonely. This is the story of that boy…"...W...His brother is nearly as crazy.

How old was he when he wrote this?

This was less than a year ago!

This troper has a literature teacher like that. She's painfully oblivious.

Hi there. Here are some examples. ->Me: "How do you know that? Are you a goat? Are you a goat in disguise!? I'M ONTO YOU!" or ->Me: "My train of thought is being kidnapped by bandits. The train is flying because it's attatched to the back of flying pink elephants. The cops tried to stop the bandits, but the bandits killed the pink elephant at the back of the train, and now it's crashed. There were no survivors. Except that snake. I'm sick of all these motherfucking snakes in my motherfucking train of thought!" or ->Me: "Boom was a caveman, and he invented fire. And explosions, because time travelers left gunpowder behind for some reason. So he stole the time traveler's spaceship, because they had both a time machine and a space ship, and he went to a galaxy far far away, and he became a jedi. Except he was too awesome for jedi, so he became a sith. Except he was too awesome for sith, so he went home with some lightsabers he stole." OR (while playing civilization) ->Me: "Look. Romans. Let's kill them. I'mma name that town fuckromansville, and that town seeyouinhellton, and that one I'm going to burn. Burning is fun. It's like fire, except bigger. Bigger is a good thing. Speaking of good thing, I have tanks. They don't have tanks, they have swords. They're gonna try to kill my tanks with sticks. Stupid people. Speaking of stupid; look. Romans."

This troper's girlfriend is a Cloud Cuckoo Lander. WOOOOOO!

This troper once came to a startling revelation in the middle of algebra, and blurted it out without thinking. I believe my exact words were "Oh my god doughnuts and bagels are similar!" Let's just say it all went downhill from there...but they ARE! They're about the same size, and they both have holes in the ce-I'll stop now.

This troper spent all afternoon thinking about how underestimated socks are.

Also, shoulders are pretty romantic, aren't they?

This troper's friends don't know if she's a complete genius or an escaped mental patient.

This troper had a HORRID Algebra teacher in Freshman year of HS. He would be distracted from teaching and taken off-subject by ANY mention of animals, but most effectively ones you'd find on a farm. He was fired the year after I had him, but that was for an unrelated matter.

It's worn off by now (sort of) but when this troper was little she was quite... interesting. Take, for instance, something that happened when she was in preschool: in the summer time, her whole class would take a short hike to a near by swimming pool every couple if days. After a while, a teacher noticed this troper was missing and went to look for her. He found this troper sitting on the path and staring at something. When he asked her what she was doing, her answer was "This rock.. it's... ''beeeeeaaaauuuutifuuuullll!''" In the end, he left her there to look at the rock since she was within sight of the school (responsible teacher, huh?) and sure enough, on the way back about an hour later, she was still there, staring happily at the pretty rock. It seems to run in the family, too. Her littler brother often behaves in much the same fashion. And her dog likes to chase airplanes. (Hmm... the thing about airplanes...) ''''''LOL DONGS''''''

In addition, ding-dongs, too. Needs moar twinkies.

''Some older readers may be some jam sessions with the warp, the 1971 film is a website collecting ever vigilant Inquisition of the windmills, you knows, Particle Man A band founded in 1982 by John Flansburgh. The Middle. Some older readers may remember the infamous "Oscar" stories to be Watson. They also sing the the Adeptus Mechanicus to named for "Experimental Film" starring George C. Scott as a man who things I hear, the Imperial Guard and the creators of Homestar puppet.''

Have you been renting out a summer condo in my brain? It sounds like you have...just stay away from the green filing cabinet...it's chock full of unused NightmareFuel

Are there Re-Dead there? Is Billy the puppet there?

My dad is a partial example. He'll make strange claims such as birds flying by waving to him or that he's been aging downward, and other odd stuff like that. What makes it only a partial example is that he knows that these things aren't actually the case, but just likes the world better when it's a little more surreal and so lets himself fantasize weirdly.

This troper has WikiWalk mental tendencies like many on here which lead to A, B, Q-style conversations. He also used to have many imaginary conversations with people and will still occasionally get stuck focusing on odd things. When he was signed up for soccer as a kid, he'd spend more times making shapes with his shadows or picking dandelions than focusing on the game unless the ball was in his vicinity. I also have other tendencies and examples, but they're the same sort of thing many on here have already attributed to themselves.

When this Troper drives, he often ponders why some Traffic Lights have different back plates than others, and who makes them. Then used this as the basis for the essay written for college admission.

The caption for the picture on this trope's main page claims that "Osaka is not like you." This is a lie.

This troper has a friend who is amazingly brilliant, but operates on a completely different wavelength from the rest of the world. It's amazing when someone can make a perfect score on the reading and writing sections of the SAT, but WikiWalk mid-sentence. Chances are, her brain is working faster than she can talk, and she just sounds abstract to everyone else.

This troper apparently comes off as this - which is probably justifiable, considering she occasionally blurts out "JE SUIS UN ORDINATEUR" (French for "I am a computer") for no logical reason other than the sound of the words together. She also once woke up from a half-nap during class to excitedly tell her seat neighbors that "Sugar is POLAR!" before going back to sleep. They were... bewildered, to say the least.

This troper's friends,teachers, and PARENTS suppose I'm an "authentic" Cloudcuckoolander. Considering that I came up with the ideas of a techno funeral, robot cats trained to be assasins, wrote a story about adopting Jeremy from the Yellow Submarine movie, my friend eating "him" us trying to get her to throw "him" up, an then throwing a baby shower for Pual. I've also made the Beatle Rangers, Drink??? as our secret password, and I've asked the band teacher if our repairman sold batteries. If people say that I'm the most normal one in my group, people that know me better usually say "You don't know her". I suppose my purpose in life is to give my friends something to think about. However, my "sister" just calls me open-minded and my dad just calls me Bohemian.

I'm so jealous of you!! MY own sister calls me 'crazy' while my dad calls me 'actor'! Can we swap parents? Pleeeeeease? Oh, I've just found out who's Babbity Rabbity!

This Troper has this kid in his class that's a borderline NightmareFuelStationAttendant. Like, one time, in Tech Ed, he was standing next to me when he noticed a vise on the bench next to him. He goes, "Let's crush somebody's BALLS with it!" Chilling.

Whether its casually discussing ways to take over the world, immediately thinking of the most outlandish applications for something (I regularly express a wish to create dragons using genetics) or on one recent occasion trying to start a cult to worship a gnome puppet I'd imaginatively called "Santa Gnome", I think I meet the bill in a few ways.

This troper came up with a theory that chicken-dinosaurs were goin to take over when we least expect it. And is known for saying things like:

This troper exemplifies this trope,and not in a good way. I randomly bit a book in the middle of a library with everyone watching. Will often bring up random discussion with no precurser (unlike normal people). I spent three entire math classes trawing an epic picture of mice having war swith small bits of cheese and then framed it.Because of this,I seemingly excell in classe slike english and writing fiction,where normal is reletive. I also tend have the most insane and nonsensical theories that ususally end up having some truth to them. I'm somehow normal enough to have a boyfriend,and several friends who look past my Cuckoolander-ness and accept me

This Troper tends to look like this to every one else, but in her head everything makes perfect sense. Most of this craziness tends to come from her recent obsession with Series/DoctorWho, however. Some examples she can remember at the moment include:

While in Sunday School, suddenly exclaiming, "JESUS IS THE HOLY JANITOR!"

While having an odd conversation with her best friend that eventually turned into a kind of chat-play, deciding that she had a 'magical flying limo' that's bigger on the inside. (Which she absolutely DID NOT steal!)

Suddenly telling the same best friend, "You are Number Two." Then proceeding to say that the world is a computer simulation and that Sarah (the friend) was one of 'our' Chosen Ones. She then spit out some random stuff that looked like computer code and switched personalities, claiming to essentially be a kid with MPD using the universe as a giant simulation because all the personalities were bored. The conversation ended with, "The point of what? If you mean wristwatches, then it's because humans are too lazy to go look at the clock. If you mean television, it's because human's brains are turning to mush and they can't remember how to read anymore. Or did you mean the point of Life, the Universe, and Everything? In that case, it's 42. ... What was the question again? *silence* ... Number Two? Well, I guess she died already. C'mon guys, let's go find another."

On a related note, she once decided that she answer to Life, the Universe and Everything was actually 23. The reasoning was that 42 doesn't make sense- it should be 23. The formula: Take 23. Add 1 because 1 is lonely. That makes 24. Flip 24 around and you get.. 42!

Once she randomly asked her friend, while talking about The Runaway Bride, "Wasn't there a scene when they were on those things... That look like the lifty-thingies in Home Depot but without the lifty part... And they were riding on them underground to get to the big spider lady?" A few days later she suddenly exclaimed, "Sarah! IT'S A SEGWAAAAYYY!"

She is also going to finally be old enough to be a Sunday School teacher next year. Absent Minded Professor much?

This troper, in reference to some of his stranger explanations for mundane events as well as general wierdness and his inate ability to combine this trope with LargeHam, once coined the phrase "queer logician". A few gems:

His insistance that he must wear a black cape during drama classes on the grounds that it wards off bad acting.

"My balls are chafing my thighs."

In the school nurse's office: "Mind your language before the network censors catch on!"

Delivered totally deadpan during Geometry class: "I need to tell you, I'm L."

His insistance that, yes, dongtacular is a real adjective and that if it isn't yet, it will be come January 1st 2013.

This troper was once asked to take a picture by family members. Instead of cheese, he said the first thing that came him. It was "Phil Gramm is a horse's ass."

This Troper isn't crazy, she just likes voices all those thoughts in her head. Example (while with her friends): "Hey, have you even wished that you could take your eyeball out and wash it? Like when you have something in your eye? It feels dirty and you just want to clean it!" She got a lot of weird looks. Her friends decided that they would pay for her to be admitted into a mental ward.

She is known to have the strangest dreams ever, which causes her friends to mutter, "Here we go," when she asks them if they want to hear her most recent dream.

This troper's brother is a cloudcookoolander, to the point where he once seriously suggested electing a dolphin to the US Senate.

Actually, given the intelligence of some senators, it actually makes sense.

This troper has a group of close friends consisting of a Deadpan Snarker/Cloudcuckoolander, a Keet/Cloudcuckoolander, a Nerd/Cloucuckoolander (himself), a borderline Yandere/Cloudcuckoolander and a Stepford Smiler/Only Sane Man (no, really). We tend to spook the new guys.

This Troper is a freakin' bag of cloudcuckoolander-ish in human form. I like to burst into rooms screaming "NOBODY EXPECTS SPANISH INQUISITION!", go on and on in a completely {{Paranoia Fuel}} monologues, tries to bite the finger someone jabs at me, and so on. What's weird is the fact I'm a bloody {{Deadpan Snarker}}, yes you readed that right. Imagine the combination of sarcasm, philosohy and endless imagination. I assure you, to talk with me you need a few bottles of {{Brain Bleach}}

One of this troper's friends has a thought process that is quite unlike anything I've seen in reality. It usually takes the form of random answers to questions that may or may not have been directed towards him. I don't know whether to chalk it to him being a massive RedHotChiliPeppers fan or, by his own admission, having his brain fried by massive amounts of weed. Or both.

I like cheese

This Troper remembers a boy in 6th grade who went around homeroom one day saying "Kick my shin! Not hard!" Apparently, this boy wanted to have the most kicked shin in the entire school. (On the other hand, this same troper could be called a Cloudcuckoolander herself...)

My brother isn't quite a cuckoolander, but he has enough traits and... Well, "moments". #QUOTE# Brother: You know, two out of three aint bad. #QUOTE# Sister: ...Huh? #QUOTE# Brother: Two of out three aint bad! #QUOTE# Sister: ...Two out of three what? #QUOTE# Brother: I dunno, but two out of three aint bad.

He explained that it was the lyrics of the song that was playing. That didn't mean he started making sense. #QUOTE# Brother: You know, two out of three is actually kind of bad. #QUOTE# Sister: What are you on about? #QUOTE# Brother: I mean, if you were aiming for three, then it is bad, isn't it? #QUOTE# Sister: Wha- *cracks up* #QUOTE# Brother: And if you were aiming for five then that's even worse, isn't it? #QUOTE# Me: ...How can you aim for five when you've only got three? That's kind of, aiming too high, don't you think? #QUOTE# Brother: Well. If you were playing darts, and you had five darts, but you only hit three, and one of them bounced off, that'd be pretty bad, wouldn't it?

I had a moment where I spontaniously and temporarily became one of these. During art class, I had a similar moment but less... Extreme. During this second moment, I called the first moment a "Fromblebore" which was the third side of the coin that has Genius and Madness on it. When you landed on Fromblebore, the Fromblebore came out, and granted three wishes. Except it was evil, so it interprets all of your wishes as "Let the Frumblebore go free forever" and then it escapes and jumps into someone's brain. I also invented a Frumblejack, which was a Lumberjack, except instead of cutting down trees, it cut down clouds. This made perfect sense at the time. I have no idea what I ate. A few other things I made up-

The Frongler. A strange beast that finds and Frongles people. I don't know what Frongling is, even when I was a Frumblebore, but I don't want to find out either.

Sombling Gars. I forget what they do.

The Brombler, who decides the Bromble number and the password to get into-

Gabberflast. A strange place, the only way to get there is to wander around at night by the light of a burning mistletoe while repeating the password over and over again a Bromble amount of times until you find a hill with a staircase. If you bump your head and hear windchimes while going down, you're free to enter. If not, run. The Frongler knows you're there.

This troper is constantly questioned about her sanity and intelligence. I say the most non-sensicle things and is easily forgettable and oblivious to many things. My boyfriend always complaining about me talking in a non sequitur fashion. Him and my best friend also bet that I probably won't be able to survive on my own after high school and think I should take some medication. Or, as my boyfriend puts it, "Take a nap".

Well, I don't really know wherether I am a CloudCOUKOOlander or a Wonka, but I sure am a Mad Hatter. Though I'm usualy anti-social and snarkish, I do enjoy to be a the class astronaut. It may be because of my mild Asperger's Syndrome. Hey, did you see some topiary chopsticks passing by? I was looking for some for the time machine I'm building.

A stream of consciousness that this troper had doing Chemistry study recently (this troper veers into Cloudcuckoolander territory when it comes to the sciences for some reason): 'If it's the atom's "goal in life" to become an ion and have a full valence shell, does that mean that an anion feels naked and wants to clothe itself, and that a cation wants to strip off? That's strange, because I didn't think iron and zinc were slutty. Calcium might be, though. So, if metal particles are really closely bonded together, are they a big, happy, fundamentalist Christian family? They're not teaching good values then, if the parents want to be cations. Speaking of iron, how do they take away its metallic taste in cereal? Breakfast cereal hides so many secrets; it has a lot to answer for. Could they appoint a special breakfast cereal judge? That way society could have the great start to the day it deserves, if breakfast cereal laws are enforced.' I think I could have inherited it from my grandmother; when I showed her how to defragment her computer's hard-drive and the progress map displayed a whole lot of red, she screeched "'IF THAT WAS A BRAIN, IT WOULD BE DEAD!' and stormed out of the house. Um... yeah.

I like the word "Lapse". And the word "Egg". And "Audience". They sound sexy to me. Once I asked someone if he would mind it if it was raining lead. He would. What an unusual answer.

This troper, definitely. A conversation between her and her friends once went like this: #QUOTE#''Friend A:'' What about so-and-so? #QUOTE#''Me:'' (muttering to self) ...but then I'd need to know the molecular weight of fish... what '''is''' the chemical formula for fish anyway...? #QUOTE#''Everyone else:'' Ehhh? #QUOTE#''Me:'' Maybe if I tried... (notices everyone staring) Wait, did you say something?

Other gems include: #QUOTE#''Me:'' (about to bite into burger) #QUOTE#''Friend B:'' Stop!!! It's a donut in disguise! #QUOTE#''Me:'' (looks at burger) Looks more like a cake to me. A cake disguised as a donut disguised as a burger maybe? #QUOTE#''Friend B:'' You're right! #QUOTE#''Me:'' (about to bite into burger) #QUOTE#''Friend B:'' Stop!!! There's cyanide in that! #QUOTE#''Me:'' (looks at burger) It's not cyanide, it's arsenic. #QUOTE#''Friend B:'' No, it's a NUCLEAR WEAPON!

this troper inverts this ''hard'' in most of her classes, often feeling like she's the only well-behaved student in the class.

This troper flips between Cloudcuuckoolander,DeadpanSnarker, and CrazyAwesome on a whim. Generally, whenever I do something wierd, this happens: #QUOTE#'''Me''':WHOOOOO!!! I AM THE THE STRONGEST WIZARD IN ALL OF FUCKTOWN!!!!*random as hell crazy dance* #QUOTE#'''Random Person''':....What the hell are you doing? #QUOTE#'''Me''':I don't really have an idea myself, but it's me, so it's okay.

This troper has been known to say the following: #QUOTE#You know, out of all the plants... I think wheat is kinda the Laid Back Cool Old Person. #QUOTE#Aww, lookit that little guy... *to a mote of burnt material floating around* #QUOTE#Go on, little world. Be free. (to a dandelion seed) #QUOTE#Chaaaaaaiiiiiiirrrrr... What a weird word...

Really, this list is probably going to grow.

This troper has accepted I just think a little different than everyone else... I've grown to like it. I like being special.

This troper's grandfather. He has a tendency to go from discussing his new video camera to talking about how his hair is starting to grow through his skull (!) to complaining about how people in Miami can't drive, in the course of three minutes or less. It's actually kind of worrying at times...

Everyone at sometime,but especially me-sy.

This Troper once got in alot of trouble with the police.Because he was jaywalking in the street.When the police asked him why he felt that he hadn't done anything wrong,his reply was that he wasn't walking in the alphabetic shape of the letter J.He was walking in the shape of an L.

This Troper is like this, but her friend is even more of one! He insists he is only human by birth, and would rather be a zombie, vampire, ghost or alien. He tells the best stories, one was that he was an alien pretending to be human, and I would actually believe that. He makes animal noises in groups of people to confuse them and make them wonder where the animal is. He is hyper most of the time and talks about random things, althougb discussing poo when your eating isnt a good thing to do, but he does it anyway. He is not interested at people at all, living in his own little world. Normally he acts about 10 years old, but sometimes a lot younger, and I find it so funny and kinda cute.

This troper. She describes it as "like when you get off the trampoline after you've been on it for a long time, and you know that you aren't on it anymore but your brain still kind of thinks you are. Except that I feel like that all the time."

This troper. one such conversation in science class. #QUOTE#'''Student''': How do planes stay up? #QUOTE#'''Me''': NO! Everytime someone says that, somewhere in the world, a plane crashes! Just like when someone says "there's no such things as dragons" a dragon dies! #QUOTE#'''Friend''': There's no such things as dragons. #QUOTE#'''Me''': You bastard! #QUOTE#And #QUOTE#'''Friend''': That's a funny word. #QUOTE#'''Me''': You know what's a funny word? Sideways.

This troper can be like this, who, among other things, often asks completely random questions and forgets about them seconds later, and responds to her companion's answer with "What? I wasn't listening." However she is nothing compared to her mother, who is just flat out crazy.

This troper, when not being a DeadpanSnarker can certainly be one:

Walking inside while carrying a (deployed) umbrella, this troper only realized after about five seconds that he'd gone indoors, and then collapsed it, commenting "Oh, not raining in here." It took about five minutes before I realised the weirdness of that. Strangely, no-one commented on it, probably due to my WeirdnessCoupon

Suddenly coming out with comments like "What would you do if we were suddenly transported to SilentHill?" and making analogies that twist around in circles and lose all connection to the original point (they usually involve sentient fish, cats, and references to Series/DoctorWho). People who know me have began to say things like "this is going to be another one of those analogies isn't it".

While this troper could probably be described as this in his home-life (less so at school, more of a DeadpanSnarker there) it gets ESPECIALLY bad (or good, depending) while playing certain games, most notably {Borderlands}. Not certain on the dialogue, but it went something like this #QUOTE# '''Me''': Mordecai is the kind of guy where you can never really trust. #QUOTE# '''Brother''': . . . "Where"? #QUOTE# '''Me (Not realizing I said "where" rather than "who")''': . . . Where . . . ? #QUOTE# '''Brother''': Where . . . ? #QUOTE# '''Me (Still clueless)''': . . . Where else? #QUOTE# Laughter ensued

This troper's ENTIRE CAMP from when he was younger was firmly in Cloud Cuckoo Land. It included a kid who was convinced he was a hobo (but only on Wednesdays), a kid who insisted he was a hamster named Spoon, and the most insane newspaper ever.

'''Newspaper Sample Article:''' There have been reports of trees yelling at hobos. We have not caught them.

Apparently I am. My best friend asked me "Hey, do you want this?" And my repsonse was: "Sixty-three, banana on a stick." Needless to say, he was baffled. I explained my predicament to him simply: #QUOTE#'''Me:''' I am so random your tiny human brain cannot handle it and overloads.

I (same troper still) also told my friends that "dynamite is ''not'' for eating." and that "toasters do not like forks, spoons, or pens."

This troper has Asperger's Syndrome and tends to say some pretty odd things. For example: #QUOTE# "Aw crap, I've got a laptop up my nose!" #QUOTE# "ARGH, HELP ME! THERE'S SOMETHING ON MY UKULELE AND IT'S ALL LEGGY!" #QUOTE# "Every time I eat, Joseph gets pregnant!" #QUOTE# "Oh, it's not a big mad spdery thing, it's just the tea!" #QUOTE# "Not until I drinkinminkin!"

She also spaces out a lot, asks stupid questions, acts like a cat at times and claims to be the only sane helicopter.

If you think you're a cloudcuckoolander, chances are YOU'RE TOTALLY NOT.

And even if you are, well, odds are you're really annoying anyway!

I think so too. You guys all sound fairly normal to me.

Except this troper, because she got elected ''Miss Distracted'' in a class election ...I even got a pale yellow band with nice red letters filled with glitter, but that's not the point. God, I hate my former classmates...

{{Yangire}}, LaughingMad, NightmareFuelStationAttendant, among others... Hell, listen to this song that I sung off the top of my head: #QUOTE# I like pie and giraffes and zebras! #QUOTE# I like to eat giraffes and look at pie and I like to dance like a monkey! #QUOTE# Oh wait, that was off-topic. Whatever, the point is that I'm criminally insaaaane~! #QUOTE# I escaped the mental institute by disguising myself as a papercliiiip! #QUOTE# Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na! #QUOTE# Oh shit, the police are coming, gotta go bye!

Diana? What are you doing here?

This troper's old math prof would occasionally divulge into such topics such as how to make a nail gun out of elastics and wood for the sole purpose of shooting squirrels. Not to mention his Dance of the Parabola...

This is more of a one-time thing than anything else, but the very first time I hung out with one of my now-closest friends, he yawned, then jumped to his feet, completely interrupting the other person who was talking, pointed at me and screamed, "SHIT! I CAUGHT YOUR NARCOLEPSY!" 1) I am not narcoleptic and 2) this was the VERY FIRST TIME we ever hung out. Even stranger is that usually he's TheStoic and a bit of a DeadpanSnarker, so I don't know WHAT was up with him that day...

This Troper tends to go into his own world for about a quarter of the day (I tend to be awake for about 17 hours, to give you an idea of the length of time). Probably justified, since I enjoy writing stories and have an imagination that most people would have died out of aged 5. Some of my more interesting stories are: waking up as my worst enemy of the opposite gender, performing "We'll Meet Again" at my own funeral and imagining why my reserves keep turning up late while playing 40k (typically involving tea breaks). Doesn't help I often talk in the same manner as The Doctor when I get a good chance to talk...

I have named my boobs Boobella and Tittany. I ramble and get off track and make no sense most of the time and when I'm doing that, I'm thinking in rambles. I have whacky theories that I think make perfect sense if only someone would THINK about them and I treat all of my stuffed animals kindly because it's animal abuse if you don't. I quip random facts, blurt out most of what I'm thinking, and get distracted by many things. Like pizza. And dust that floats and you KNOW it's there and you see it but sometimes you can't unless you're looking at it in the right direction and it's tricktsy but you KNOW it's there and goshdangit, you can't smack it away! You know what I mean? Anyway, I tend to say anyway a lot. Or... other things I can't remember now because I'm trying not to put anyway again. I need to stop doing that. I mean, it's annoying sometimes! It's like I have a limited vocabulary! Which I am quite proud NOT to have, I just forget most of the other words I know. And it's not MY fault I have a huge imagination! I was just born that way! I mean, if you had my imagination you would also wonder about what the stranger is doing, what that lady is thinking, and if animals are really only letting us think we own them so they get free food, lodging, and don't have to work. And the ones that do? Whose to say they aren't plotting our demise? Who's to say that THERE ISN'T AN ANIMAL WAR GOING ON? I mean, for all we know they could be fighting on sides for humans and against humans and trying to defend us or kill us all! And we won't figure it out until too late because we so arrognat--Argh! This isn't the point! I shall end it now by saying, yes, I believe myself to be a Cloud Cuckoo Lander. I apologize in advance if this seems arrogant. Now, good day or night or morning or--Well, have a nice life. Now everything is settled.

This Troper has- from the age of 5, made bets with imaginary (Or so they say.) members of the Italian mafia. If I lose, they get money. Imaginary money that I certainly don't have, and sometimes, I cheat. Not to mention assigning personalities to inanimate objects and talking to them as if it was normal. And that's just the tip of the iceberg.

This tropers family always complains about this. She doesn't like to talk to one, shows horribly noticeable signs of annoyance when interacted with which turns people of, is constantly imaging (like 98% of the time she's having stories in her head), she's germophobic, doesn't look people in the face, is constantly fantasizing, is constantly talking about her fantasies online, etc.

This Troper has his moments. Most of it is just because I tend to think things through a lot before I talk, and either A) The conversation is long past whatever topic I mention, or, more often B) I tend to think in a Wiki Walk fashion. Combined with my "skill" for remembering and blurting out various quotes and references, and you'll get plenty of non sequitur. Though it helps that a few of my friends also exhibit various Cloud Cuckoolander traits, which lead to some very illogical yet very deep conversations. Bassethound.

This troper can act this way due to being an Aspie, but plays it up with her Half-Elf Druid in D&D, who she based his personality on the Mad Hatter and March Hare from Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland; her Druid, Bane, is more absentminded than she is, tends to think his dire tiger animal companion is "making friends" when she's really eating said "friends", and is very easily distracted by spoons. The party's resident Rogue never misses the chance to throw a spoon and leave Bane running into a tree trying to fetch the spoon.

This troper switches between a {{Deadpan Snarker}} and {{The Wonka}} during class, sometimes even between sentences, in the morning. By mid-afternoon she is a full-blown {{Cloudcuckoolander}} around her friends.

This troper and one of his closest friends tend to bewilder those nearby with the sheer speed and bizarreness of their conversations. They cover a lot of ground in a very short time. Example: going from male seahorse pregnancy to pianos to crockery to teen movies in the space of about two minutes.

This troper, out of the rest of his DeadpanSnarker friends (3 other guys), is usually the most optimistic, if not a bit oddball. And he's got high-functioning autism, but they love him for that. Also, pickles. And pie. And potato. And pickles. Wait, did I say pickles? Okay, pie then.

This tropette, because walrus.

Yesterday I popped into a Bank of America, shouted "B-O-A BOA CONSTRICTOR!" then popped out. No reason.

This troper. She talks to herself, skips everywhere, daydreams a lot, etc, but her main cloud cukko lander trait is her habit of asking odd questions and making strage observations.

Example (asked completley out of the blue): "LIvy....do you, like, glow in the dark?"

Collected from the internet: "I was an adult before I realized that leprosy turned you into a leper, not a leopard. Now I can see why people don't want it."

This troper has a rather severe case of this, and can confirm that yes, it does have downsides. His many strange habits (including messing with all the locks in a room if at least 1 other person is present, and obsessively glancing out of windows) tend to unnerve people, and his stunning lapses of memory exasperate all those present. Additionally, the fact that he has composed a completely original, cheesy micro-musical every morning before getting out of bed for years without anyone ever asking for a song and dance routine has been getting to him. Go back to {{Cloudcuckoolander}}. If everybody went to Cloudcuckoolander, wouldn't they all be in the same place at once? I sure hope they all showered.

What about their money?!

Yeah, it would probably get lonely if they left it behind. Let's start a dating service for money! Then our dollar bills will get together and make a lot of little nickels and dimes!

No, SHOTGUN BEARS. Dating service for SHOTGUN BEARS. For Russia!

A SHOTGUN wedding for BEARS?!

America is great, because bears can marry anyone; as long as a priest is there. In Soviet Russia, BEARS marry PRIESTS!

In Mother Russia, a bear IS a priest!

I would want a bear to marry me and my wife. Coolest minister ever.

Only if it's a polar bear. Otherwise, it'd be the warmest minister ever - bears have a higher body temperature than humans.

Not if the human one has a fever!

You know what's even better than a polar bear as a priest? A bi-polar bear as priest!

How many people can be in one place anyway? How big can a place be and still qualify as a single place?

Well if thats true,then you can't have many places in a place right?Because then you would have multiple single places.Which kind of reminds me,how is it,in some games you can play single player mode,with a few friends??

More importantly, how do we stop all the other fish being jealous?

We will have to get some eels.

Don't forget the poor lonely sea urchins. Everyone always forgets them.

Sea Slugs need more love. Go Team Sea Slug!

Why is everyone in anime named Sasuke? That's so SASUKE, It's the jutsu I can see!

Why did that make me think of cheese?

Sea slugs...dinner teams...summer camp! More power to the Super-Charged Bone-Crushing Snails!

ROW ROW FIGHT THE POWER!

But if everyone were there at once, and the majority could agree on it being one place, wouldn't there be crowding problems? Perhaps we should get a stinkbomb and set it off! Then nobody'd be left, and all of the problem's would be solved!

Seafood can go to Hell. Wait, but if Hell's a hot place...

Extremophiles, dude.

They'll be eaten by them devils. That's it!

Wait, don't devils eat dead bodies?

But how would they get their fibre?

Supplements! I hear they can make totally tasteless powders you can add to things, like chocolate milk, funnel cake, or your best friend. Not like that though. Just sprinkle some on the entrails and *poof* there you go!

...ONIONS!!

*blink blink*

This troper has been reliably informed she is the QUEEN of Cloud Cuckoo Land... and acctually introduces herself as such. (Hey, a queen's a queen!

Yeah, this Troper knew some girls who seemed to have just moved here from this fabled land. The most extreme case was this one girl who would sometimes fly around yelling "IM A BUTTAHFLY," would sometimes be constantly giggling with no stop, and these are just the ones that come to mind. This troper isn't exactly sure, but it was either her or someone else who said that she was "Drunk on air."

This Troper has been informed by multiple people that he is a Cloudcuckoolander by his friends and completely insane by many others and had his teacher say this to him "SEE! SEE! He may be completely insane, but he KNOWS stuff!" after I explained my theory of anti-lock brakes and their relationship with risk taking and how it relates to stem cell research.

This Troper and his Economics teacher. The teacher is so coldly logical that most people can never understand what he says. The Troper is this by virtue of him usually understanding, but having no way of explaining it to others.

This Troper has been limited to only being able to speak what is on his mine once per day. Any more gives the boss a headache, though she apparently found the time he mixed 'Space Buddies' with the {{Transformers}}' theme rather amusing.

"Space Buddies, robots in disguise! Don't be fooled by their cute and cuddly... little tails... they're cold hearted machines."

This Troper is convinced she's being stalked by birds. And a stuffed monkey named Charlston vonYoric who wields a knife made of felt.

Excuse me, but I am the ocean. GOD IS LOVE, LOVE IS SEX, SEX IS DEATH! XYLOPHONE IN RASPBERRIES?! FUCK YOU FUCK YOU I'M NOT DEAD! Hello!

This Troper was very much this throughout her early childhood. She grew out of it though. In kindergarten (or 1st grade), her teacher asked the class what their favorite color was. I answered with my home address. *cries*

I think I could be called this. I love pairing up cutlery in the dishwasher as if they were couples (except the chopsticks, which are obviously twins), and have a tendency towards non-sequiturs (usually involving chimneys). I also really want to hold a cheese party, after mishearing my youngest sister talk about a cheese board and getting excited about it. Admittedly I hate parties, but I think the huge amount of cheese would cancel out the rubbishness of them.

This troper seems to be the crown king of the Cloudcuckoolanders! Certain gems being "you know, Lenin, and Lennon sound similar!" "why are there no ginger vampires?"and of course responding to a friend asking how a dish tasted "needs more fried dreidels"....said friend doesn't ask me for cooking help anymore.

This troper is a cloudcuckoolander, he's also schizophrenic and bi-polar. He swaps between languages when speaking, yells at objects, rambles on about how cute tarantulas and nautili are, non sequiturs, randomly quotes Edgar Allen Poe or Monty Python, responds to questions with unfunny jokes, associates things with completely unrelated things (like helicopters with squash), and misreads things.("homework" was misread as "pirates") Quotes include;

The squirrels and walnuts have a not so secret entente against me.

Tarantulas are so cute; I'd love to have one the size of a cat. (the friend this troper was talking to proceeds in asking what is wrong with him)

Oh! That says "Math Lab", I thought it said "Meth Lab"... I want some soy-sauce like ASAP.

Some of my acting includes being obsessed with "Bacon" "Cheese" and "Monkeys".

I am really obsessed with Green Lantern, and Alternate Universes though.

This Troper fits, but in a rather interesting way. I use snark as well as my aspie mind just to joke around.My personal favorite is during men's choir, the student choreagrapher suggested we slow down a la "TheMatrix" I asked out loud "Can I be Agent Smith?"

This Troper created an RP character for a thread that is this, HeroicSociopath, and CompleteMonster combined. When his mentor found him, he was in the middle of thye road playing with a human head, while he was 8 years old. When he was asked about his mental state by the main guy, his response was "I'm a little homicidal, regicidal, like you, kinda matricidal, but... let's not get into that." He also has a tendency to accidently on purpose kill the redshirts. He also invented the BLACKJACK KILLIFIER! Trademark. He was gonna call it the flintlock pistol, but that just sounded rediculous. He also has incredibly bad judgement, because he believes everything follows his twisted logic. Did I mention he is one of the most bloodthirsty characters in the thread, and has the highest body count?

In a ChangelingTheLost game this troper plays in, one PC combines Cloudcuckoolander with RaisedByWolves and quite possibly ReallySevenHundredYearsOld. The character is physically twelve, mentally a very bright six, and is of unknown chronological age, having grown up in Arcadia, but is not less than fifty years old by Earthside measures.

This troper, a bit. I often stare into space, thinking. Most kids at school havee learned to ignore me whenever I'm staring at them.

This troper thinks that South America makes Earth look like it's smiling.

This troper is one, but he exaggerates on how negative this world is. And it's all thanks to:

JustinBieber

TheTwilightSaga

4Kids

{{Yaoi}}

And the fact that any of them have fans. Those fuckwads. Actually, I think I'm the OnlySaneMan...wait, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, I was talking about talking.

On the way to class yesterday, this Troper ducked into the coffee shop across the street from campus and bought a cup of coffee. Including the time it took to order, pay, wait, and put milk and sugar in it, this took me exactly 47 seconds. (The baristas were really on a roll.) I walked out, stood on the sidewalk, pumped my free hand in the air, and yelled "FASTEST CUP OF COFFEE EVER! WOO!" The other students passing by seemed largely unimpressed. Most of them tried very hard to pretend that I was a bus stop sign.

This same Troper just ordered cheese bread and a Cherry Coke from her local pizza place. The delivery driver handed me the Coke first, then the receipt to sign, then the cheese bread. I stood perplexed with the cheese bread in my hand as he said, "Have a good night!" Where was my Coke? Crap, I couldn't let him leave with it; I needed my caffeine! Surely he knew that I ordered it, maybe he just forgot to take it out of the cold bag...As he walked away from my apartment door, I stammered, "Um...excuse me, I'm really sorry, but I did order a Cherry Coke, right?" The driver just looked down at my hand, and THEN I finally realized I had been holding the Coke this whole time. "OH!" I shouted. "DUH!" I shouted. "I'm sorry," I laughed, "This is not my day." He left in an even bigger hurry than usual.

This Troper uses to be serious... until he gets distracted and end right on cloud cuckooland. Between the things that this trooper always do, are a tipical spacing out, losing the bus when it past just in front of him, forgeting about taking the change when he buys something (and even forgeting to pay!!!). A common scene in my life is when someone is in front of me, he tells me something and when that someone is waiting for an answer then i go and say "umm... what did you just say again?", this last one happens every damm day. Other things include forgeting about either people´s face or people´s name; Then when they see me, they go and talk me, and i just don´t know who they are!. Another example is when i was talking with my friend about our kung-fu instructor, called archimedes, and then i when and called him aristoteles, it was really awkward when my friend remembered me of his name.

this trooper is clearly this you never know what goes inside my head I random say things out of the blue makes up my own characters from my favorite t.v shows and makes up my own plot fictional for my favorite t.v shows do you what to go space driving with me?

This troper has always been... strange. At the age of three she believed she was a Pegasus in human form, and would hide under the red basket the washing was thrown into while pretending to be a carrot. As a teenager, she has lost none of her original weirdness. Some things include talking to her characters, getting in arguments with herself, has slight conspiracy theories about crows, and will amaze her friends with wit and intelligence... only to stop to try and remember what she was doing yesterday or last week, with little success. She also has a reputation for believing in dragons.

This troper is pretty much believed to be insane at his school...not that its too far off from the mark. For example, I give out random "fun facts" about the most disturbing things. Did you know that some dolphins murder and rape for fun?! Recently, every once in a while I also adopt "gangsta", or singing random songs, speak just because. I also mostly make up what I say for kicks, not really caring what they actually mean. #QUOTE# Me: Yo Friend, whaty up dawg? #QUOTE# Friend: What? #QUOTE# Me: Fo' Shizzle! #QUOTE# Friend: What are you doing? #QUOTE# Me: Sham-wow, stop jacking me! #QUOTE# Friend 2: Friend, this is Troper. Just go along with it. He's insane. #QUOTE# Me: Peace! #QUOTE# "Both Faceplam, chuckling."

Yeah, both his friends and teachers accept that troper's the "odd" one.

This troper is rather infamous for it at her school. I've come up with gems such as "Magical Shoemuffin!" "I wonder....does a star wish it were a fish?" I write the strangest fanfics, and I also have insane conversations with my best friends on a daily basis. #QUOTE#(talking about Hetalia ) #QUOTE# Friend 1: Hey, (troper's name)! #QUOTE# Me: Yes, Miss Cheese Panda? #QUOTE# Friend 1: I have pasta poof sauce, but Italy ate it all! #QUOTE# Me: CRAP. We need to lock down the anonymous alien evolution center! #QUOTE# (Other friend watches in disbelief)

This troper has been told that the reason everybody seems to treat her as though she needs extra mothers is her Cloudcuckoolanderness. Despite popular opinion, she is competent, although strange.

Coat pocket contents include litmus paper, a full-sized flashlight, sealing wax, lots of string, a screwdriver, a tattered copy of the Constitution...

Wearing an unholy combination of eighteenth-century and modern fashion.

A tendency towards a combination of TechnoBabble and BuffySpeak, often in the context of unnecessary applications of special relativity to everyday life.

Metaphorgotten, NonSequitur, and DeadpanSnarker as usual modes of conversation. Combine for maximum effect. Also switches languages mid-sentence.

Nearly always seen running to get somewhere. Has been known in the middle of a conversation to clap hand to forehead, shout "Blast!" or equivalent, and vanish at top speed with no explanation.

Easily nerd-sniped by anything from circuitry to time-travel.

Unconcern about injury, even after it has already occurred. Once seriously alarmed friends by finishing a hike on a sprained ankle (admittedly there was no other way of getting back to the car).

Writes with quill and ink much of the time. Has been known to do so in class.

When confronted with any sort of malfunction (logical, computer-related, mechanical), roams about the room scratching head, gesturing wildly, and monologuing, possibly also zinging back and forth snatching tools for repair.

This Troper have a classmate who looks like your average hot-blonde-popular-normal-person who just happened to be smart. And then she opens her mouth. I believed I was a CloudCuckooLander but... There is no comparing. Some people are just out there.. Or in. Wherever they are!

This Troper was placed in a class full of other Cloud Cuckoolanders.. All of which are in awe of her level of spaceyness. I talk to myself, (A ""lot."") tend to drift off and only come back to reality when I remember that I should be thinking about something, get distracted by any shiny object I see, and once made a thought map of how my mind worked that started at "Vampires" and ended in "Snow." To top it off, I have the memory of a rather dimwitted goldfish, like to say words repeatedly until they no longer sound like they should actually be words, (Like "Bucket" and "Kimberly.") and spend the majority of my time hyperfocused on whatever is in my hands, or the nearest colorful thing, instead of paying attention to where I'm going.

After seeing this post, this Troper thought it would be fun to try a thought map too. I started from Vampires, then the list of ten which I made went from there->Twilight->Bubbles->Pack up your Troubles in your Old Kit Bag->Mallory Towers->Pink Elephants on Parade->Kabuki->Raven->White Water Rapids->Swimming Trunks. I don't think there needs to be any other explanation. I'm a Cloucuckoolander through and through, and my very disjointed thought processes only serve to prove this.

Ooh, thought maps are fun~ Because of a thought map, I once named a Scyther "TV". Can't remember it anymore tough, but it was weird.

This troper is one of the biggest Cloudcuckoolanders in her group of friends. People laugh whenever I say something random (I wonder why 0-0). I also have a goldfish memory, and get distracted by random things in the middle of conversations (for example, on the school field, when I suddenly point out what I like to call 'Pedo Pidgeon' to my friends, and talk in depth about how he should be sent to prison for sitting in that same spot every day watching everyone). Very competent in some subjects and with absolutely NO common sense whatsoever, I rate 2nd on the list of strange people one of my friends set up (this makes me happy X3)

Many, many, MANY people in this troper's life would qualify.

Best friend wrote a comedy sketch involving a shop for parts of speech. Currency involved were Yap Rai stones.

Girl in troper's English class says the birds talk to her.

One friend enjoys tormenting troper by shouting "Raxacoricofallapatorius" at top of lungs.

Hell, even the troper himself talks to himself frequently, and has been heard to remark, for no reason at all, "42 IS the answer."

This troper (Etheris) hangs around almost entirely with complete weirdos and eccentrics, and yet is the strangest of them all, mostly for humorous purposes... Mostly being a key word. MLORKBARG OUT AND REMEMBER NOT TO EAT WEASELS, GUYS!!

If enough booze is involved, I do sing in Madarin(not that I really know enough anymore to make sense when I do this!), and in a straighter trope, I act this way according to everyone when not medicated and partically during a time or two of the year. And that is sober. Those times being "sober" might be the issue to my sanity mainly! XD

This Troper. I always randomly blurt out miss matches of several words. I also have an obsession with the name "Bob".

This Tropers entire school is one big cloudcuckoolander. Including the teachers. The Junior High English teacher, Allison, is obsessed with Chuck Norris and Friday, and loves Buffy and TheRoom. The HS English teacher Gordon has about twenty ceiling cats in his room, a laptop with a mustache, fake motivational posters, a poster from TheOatmeal, and the infamous bananaphone- a phone with a foam banana stuck to it. He also loves TheRoom. And the HS science teacher calls one student something along the lines of "Shnitzel McMitchell The Meat Strudel Von somethingsomethingsomething."

Perhaps this troper is a {{cloudcuckoolander}}. Because 1)I would actually like to be spayed. (I have adopted siblings so..)2)Still sleeps with my stuffed animals. 3)Would like to bring my {{"ThePhantomofTheOpera Erik doll"}} everywhere and this the book version. For the one said they talked to their pet like it was a person, you mean most people don't do that? 0_0

O-KAY, this might take a while. Here I go.

I spend more time playing with a {{Multiverse}} inside my head than I do taking part in reality.

When taking showers, I will forget to wash the shampoo from my hair. ''Frequently.''

I have a quite impressive memory about things I care about. When it comes to things I don't care about...let's just say I make Dory look pretty competent.

Speaking of which, my favorite movies are either animated or part of the MarvelCinematicUniverse. Yes, I'm 15 and I like Film/IronMan ''and'' FlushedAway. ''Deal with it.''

My ideas about fanfiction are pretty unconventional, to say the least. For example, my little dream world runs on this concept; TheLionKing, {{Anastasia}}, ChickenRun, {{Madagascar}}, WallaceAndGromit, FlushedAway, HortonHearsAWho, IndianaJones, KungFuPanda, Film/AliceInWonderland, Film/HowToTrainYourDragon, {{Rango}} and several other movies I happen to like all take place ''in the same universe.'' '''And their characters interact.''' I don't try too hard to think about it, and you shouldn't, either. Sucks the fun right out of it.

I've read {{Emma}} and Literature/{{Dracula}} simply because I felt like it.

This troper's best friend is most definately a mix of CloudCuckoolander, TheHyena and a NightmareFetishist. He says he hates going to school and would rather stay home so he could commit the sins of Gluttony and Envy and he has a strong fascination with the seven deadly sins, evolution and the judgement day. He also believes that Mexican Drug Cartels are going to be sent to work in cotton fields then shipped off to Salt Lake City where they will be exocuted by guillotine and that Nevada made as racist statement against God so the angels will blow their trumpets to declare judgement day on America. He thinks all of this is funny as hell, by the way. He says he heard it from the radio and that he used to be athiest but now believes in Jesus cause he thinks satellites in outer space picked up signals on him.