Probably just poor communications. Maybe he heard we all lost our marbles on the playa, and he wanted to join the club?tamarakay wrote:You gotta wonder what the hell right? Why a jar of marbles out on the playa?

Probably just poor communications. Maybe he heard we all lost our marbles on the playa, and he wanted to join the club?tamarakay wrote:You gotta wonder what the hell right? Why a jar of marbles out on the playa?
Thank you for posting this! Sunday morning I used a Porto and saw a tampon in muck, I didn't know what to do. So I posted a note but not sure if it got read or not. I will make sure I have zip ties in my bathroom bag and follow these directions, should the need arise.Ratty wrote:If you EVER see something in the muck that doesn't belong there and can't be sucked out through the tiny hose, "Zip-tie the door so nobody uses it". This is Robbi's explicit instructions. The next morning the potto team will see those objects and fish them out before they suction the tank.
How Rude!trilobyte wrote:I'm giving this a nudge to Experiences At Burning Man, since that's a better fit.
Worst part of 2013? Tough to say, four strong candidates stand out...
- Drunk belligerent guy with bottle of alcohol in each hand, waving arms wildly and in a threatening manner towards others on top of the ziggurat. He didn't want to leave, and took some kind of exception to others who were trying to get away from him. He had a wingman who was less drunk, but far from sober, trying to defend his buddy's right to be up there doing whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted. Fortunately, strong words asking them to please move along and that we were shutting things down for the night eventually got through and they moved along before anyone was hurt or assistance had to be called for.
- Shutting things down unfortunately turned us into a dark and cozy VIP room for the big sound camp across the street. I woke up to the sound of ziggurat connectors hitting the ground, bolting out and climbing up to see cracky raver fuckheads trying to take the altar apart because they didn't want to have to lift their heads to see the sunrise.
- Someone swiped some of our art on burn night, and damaged/destroyed a couple other pieces. After my campmate had put lots of heart and soul into creating awesome pieces, someone ripped the Faun head off the 2x4 it had been screwed into and made off with it. I'm assuming the same person also wanted the dragon skull, but they were unsuccessful, only managing to damage it. The little hellraiser cube they tried to take was completely destroyed in the process.
- Somebody took a shit under the side of our box truck one night. Not just next to the truck, but actually underneath (I guess using some part of the vehicle to squat against). So very foul.
And here I thought the dude who left all of his stuff was a bad moop-up job. But you sir, won the prize for worst moop clean up of the year.trilobyte wrote:Somebody took a shit under the side of our box truck one night. Not just next to the truck, but actually underneath (I guess using some part of the vehicle to squat against). So very foul.
Tuna camp refugees were camped near me. They had tuna.A-RockLeFrench wrote:Worst part of 2013: no Tuna Camp.
trilobyte wrote:I'm giving this a nudge to Experiences At Burning Man, since that's a better fit.
Worst part of 2013? Tough to say, four strong candidates stand out...
- Drunk belligerent guy with bottle of alcohol in each hand, waving arms wildly and in a threatening manner towards others on top of the ziggurat. He didn't want to leave, and took some kind of exception to others who were trying to get away from him. He had a wingman who was less drunk, but far from sober, trying to defend his buddy's right to be up there doing whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted. Fortunately, strong words asking them to please move along and that we were shutting things down for the night eventually got through and they moved along before anyone was hurt or assistance had to be called for.
- Shutting things down unfortunately turned us into a dark and cozy VIP room for the big sound camp across the street. I woke up to the sound of ziggurat connectors hitting the ground, bolting out and climbing up to see cracky raver fuckheads trying to take the altar apart because they didn't want to have to lift their heads to see the sunrise.
- Someone swiped some of our art on burn night, and damaged/destroyed a couple other pieces. After my campmate had put lots of heart and soul into creating awesome pieces, someone ripped the Faun head off the 2x4 it had been screwed into and made off with it. I'm assuming the same person also wanted the dragon skull, but they were unsuccessful, only managing to damage it. The little hellraiser cube they tried to take was completely destroyed in the process.
- Somebody took a shit under the side of our box truck one night. Not just next to the truck, but actually underneath (I guess using some part of the vehicle to squat against). So very foul.
Well I'm glad the refugees made it out and there was tuna, but it might be more of a heartache knowing that they were there and I missed it!VultureChow wrote: Tuna camp refugees were camped near me. They had tuna.
Roughly 3:50 and E.A-RockLeFrench wrote:Well I'm glad the refugees made it out and there was tuna, but it might be more of a heartache knowing that they were there and I missed it!VultureChow wrote: Tuna camp refugees were camped near me. They had tuna.
Where were they camped?
The likelihood that you're going to get scabies, or bedbugs, or lice is about the same as anywhere like that attracting large crowds from around the world. I know someone who got lice from airliner seats. I also check my mattress and bed-spreads in every hotel I go to to check for bed bugs because even high-end hotels may carry them.maria_butterfly wrote:I got scabies.A highly communicable skin disease. It takes 4 weeks to manifest and it happened exactly 4 weeks after the burn. I didn't even go to the Orgy Dome or do anything promiscuous. I have to rub pesticides in my skin non stop. We all bitch about over crowding but could this be a sign that its becoming a public health problem? That fuzzy art car cuddle party with sketch blankets at 4 am might seem like a godsend at 4 am when you're fried out of your mind. But think again.