A while back I was reading a thread on a gaming forum, which was going on about the noting of story in role-playing games. Nothing knew. One argument put forward was life doesn't have a story. I'm not sure I agree with that.

They wear cartoonish costumes of felt and plush. They have their own camps, radio shows, music groups, and weekly Internet TV variety hour. They debate the cultural characteristics of races of imaginary intelligent animals. They play two-legged wolves in RPGs. They ogle women with cat ears. They "scritch", "fluff", and "snug" at the drop of a hat. And yes, sometimes they even "yiff."

I write fan fiction. I admit it. Yes, despite the fact that this is the equivalent of admitting to having a flesh-eating virus or liking Jar Jar, there it is. I write fan fiction. And no, it doesn't suck. I swear.

When we think of armour in our modern age, the word conjures up many historical and romantic images. Unfortunately, it also conjures up a host of myths that inhabit the popular mind regarding armour, it being heavy, restrictive, and requiring a crane to hoist a knight onto his horse.

True or false: if a fully armored 15th-century knight were knocked from his horse in a battle, his armor would weigh him down so much that he would be immobilized, fodder for the footmen that could stab him through the visor at their leisure?

When was the decision made to go to the US to see the film on its opening weekend? I'm not sure. I think we just raised the issue one day, and we realised we could go if we wanted to.

In the beginning, you start off thinking that all those people who dress as characters from their favourite TV series or movie are sad. Whatever the reason, you eventually take that first step, and risk joining their ranks...