My brain = porridge

[blamebrampton]

I've not had a good memory since I was hit in the head by two tonnes of taxi in the '90s, it's like a library after a cyclone up there. So I rely on external sources.

Does anyone have any idea who I am talking about when I say that I vaguely remember the story of a French woman who was so disgusted at the treatment she was receiving in a meeting that she silently took the hat of the man who was oppressing her, squatted over it and urinated freely.

I had a vague idea it was Colette or Anais Nin, but Google is no help, and the brain? She is porridge. In fact this woman may not even be French. Though she is definitely a woman. Or was, she could be mouldering by now.

Anyone?

Comments

[pingrid.livejournal.com]

It actually does boggle the mind! *boggle*

[empress-jae.livejournal.com]

both of you are too practical and not as creative as you claim to be. :P

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

:-P

(and if you'd spent as much of your childhood in the wilds or on communes as I did, you would be practical on these matters, too!)

[empress-jae.livejournal.com]

one day you'll have to tell me about how your life on a commune was. i'm very curious. i was watching The Ballad of Jack and Rose the other night, and i just wondered how Rose's adult life ended up. she was so isolated from modern society and for her father to die without giving her the tips of how to survive...i just really felt for her.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Well, the other half of my life involved expensive schools and salubrious locales, when we weren't at my grandparents' horse stud, so I wasn't as deprived as I sometimes make out.

Though I feel that having to put up with hippies is a universal bond among the children of that generation.

[grey-hunter.livejournal.com]

one day you'll have to tell me about how your life on a commune was. i'm very curious.

Or even better... she should write a H/D AU fic about it in which wizards are a cult living in a commune called Hogwarts, growing herbs and tending animals and such. *snickers*

So, how about it, BB? :D

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

I'll have you know that I am *Still Scarred* from all that tofu! ;-)

It could happen one day, but given the list of WIPs I am accruing, I should hold off on promising anything new until a few more things are finished. But I promise to give you some insider info if YOU'RE keen on doing it!

[grey-hunter.livejournal.com]

Ahahaha! Not likely. *G* I've already been talked into co-writing a camp-fic (which we still haven't started, even after two years *cough*) even if the only time I was camping (as a reward, might I mention) in my youth was for two weeks at a not-quite rural scene. It was a defining experience of the never-again sort. I'm well and truly the child of reinforced concrete and cement. When I was a wee kid, I was afraid of the aerial roots of our philodendron.

[blamebrampton.livejournal.com]

Heh, I knew I had gone a wee bit agricultural when I advised a friend on the best leaves and grasses for emergency loo paper.

Philodendrons are not the most trustworthy of plants, you were right to fear.