Over the last two days, Burners have pulled out the post-playa IV drips and hooked into the WiFi, inundating our Instagram feeds with their last seven dusty days. While Mad Max was a little before my time, I did experience the bludgeon to the head that wasWater World and, in my opinion, Tank Girl will forever be a highly underappreciated bit of cinema. What I’m trying to say here is that no matter if you were born in the ‘70s or came out kicking in screaming sometime in ’85, pop culture has provided you with the language to speak Burning Man. There’s a lot of dust, plenty of exposed flesh, and people may or may not have been drinking their own urine. Whether or not this is up your alley, these gummy pads that turn life into a real Dance Dance Revolution on acid will have me there next year 1000000%.