My experienced burner friend sent me this, half for the humor value, half to tease me, and half I think to remind me that I need to be mentally prepared to face the unexpected fiasco at Burning Man. (yes I know three halves adds up to 150%)
Incidentally it was this photo of a wind destroyed Xara that I emailed to my folks to explain why I was having 18" long solid steel tent stakes shipped to their house.
Tonight my main partner in crime and I got to talking about the circumstances under which we'd say "enough is enough" and pack up and leave; they mostly involve freakish acts of god. I'm bringing extra water/food, extra shoes in the event of mud, and even a few orange Home Depot buckets in case there's a porta potty crisis of some sorts.
Yes, I am mentally prepared to shit in a plastic bucket and then carry it away for disposal later.
Some people have visions of how they are going to die. As a group we have decided that a renegade art car possibly shaped like a whale/pirate-ship/platypus/vagina is going to plow into our shade dome.
In our imaginations it can't be just a run of the mill mediocre art car that takes out the dome, it has to be a spectacular one.
Hopefully we won't be IN the dome at the time of the crash but perhaps nearby as to see the destruction first hand and hopefully laugh after we're done being horrified.