A journalist tries to tell his son the worst swear word in the world. This story was very similar to the way Bunny learned it. She asked, "If there's an a-word, an' there's a b-word, is there a c-word?" Um, NO, I replied, with almost no authority in my voice. She didn't believe me, but I refused to crack. Months later, of course, she learned it at preschool. I was actually relieved.
Stunning paper animation to advertise the New Zealand Book Council. "Books come to life," indeed!
Finally, for my mother: Catherine and Heathcliff audition for Twilight.
CATHERINE: Wilderness of furze and whinstone—your bliss lies, like Satan's, in inflicting misery!
HEATHCLIFF: (to HARDWICKE) This lamb of yours threatens like a bull! It is in danger of splitting its skull against my knuckles.
HARDWICKE: Cut. Okay,
that was, you know. Messed up. Catherine, Edward's the one whose speech
is supposed to sound like it's from a different time. Heathcliff, the
lamb stuff was good, and you've got the whole
I'm-fighting-the-bloodlust thing going. But can you give me a little
CATHERINE: He's not
a rough diamond, a pearl-containing oyster of a rustic. He's a fierce,
pitiless, wolfish man. An unreclaimed creature, without refinement,
without cultivation ....