The biggest fossil I have ever seen was stuck in the sandy rock of Sheringham beach. A mate of mine discovered it on a kindling run, on the solstice beach party we had last Friday.

Those are size 10 shoes next to it by the way.

My girlfriend has been going to belly dancing lessons for quite a while now, and it looks quite fun. Especially the looking part. Here is their class's latest stint: a live performance at an art exhibition. You can just about spot her in the bright, yellow skirt at the back!

This festival is a yearly event in Leibzig, Germany and it's one of the biggest of its kind in Europe, with venues all over the city. This was my first year but it certainly won't be my last.

More pictures from the event can be seen here.

A long-standing character in my D&D Eberron campaign kicked the bucket last night, in a fairly dramatic fashion. Rothengar, the dwarven cleric, had approached death's door on several occasions, but each time he managed to escape the grim reaper's clutches - narrowly.

Not so yesterday, however. The accompanying picture shows the location of his demise. A giant sized, ornate, iron door, surrounded by various recently deceased enemy soldiers - their bodies torn apart and glowing with incadescent green light.

Clearly a trap.

What does the cleric do? He walks over to the corpses to pick up a head and throw it at the door to see what happens. As could have been deduced by the spread of bodies (roughly within 15 feet of the door), this trap is set off by proximity, rather than touch.

As such, before Rothengar managed to get close enough to a body, the trap goes off, and a caster level 17 Wail of the Banshee spells bursts his head, leaving the body falling limp onto the floor.

While the newly bereft player gawps in disbelief, the other party members start dividing up the cleric's gear. :)

Licking each other on the new sofabed. Only in cat world. If this picture had non-feline actors, it might be considered indecent. They jumped on top of each other soon after.