There are a couple of people I think are magic.

I think my sister's a bit magic. I live with my sister and when I get up in the morning, that day's newspaper is outside my bedroom door and the kitchen is polished and my sister is up and out in the world getting on with her day while I stumble to the fridge for my morning stare at the top two shelves.

The newspaper must get there by magic. She must have a magic wand that cleans the kitchen in silence. She's magic. I know it. I've always known it. When she was a kid she was magic, too. She made all her food last longer by growing it somehow while in the process of eating it and watching mine disappear.

Anyway, Paul the Magic Website Man is magic too. I don't know how come things can change overnight on a website but it's all still there, but they can, apparently, and they do. And Paul did it all on his birthday, with a hangover, and he did this too, where incidentally you can book tickets for our show that starts in two weeks.

Two weeks. That's also magic. Somebody shrank time.

Bastards.

I am sorry to bang on about this but isn't Paris Hilton just something else?

A Person Who Is Fabulous sent me a package in the mail that arrived today and which contained two books:

Confessions Of An Heiress: A Tongue In Chic Peek Behind the Pose (by Paris Hilton WITH Merle Ginsberg)

and

Victoria Beckham, That Extra Half Inch: Hair, Heels, and Everything In Between

Person Who Is Fabulous has helpfully highlighted some of the key passages with appropriate notes such as "For the love of GOD" (next to a photograph of what can only be described as a pubic bone jutting out like a verandah - pointing morbidly downwards to some material the size of a postage stamp only just covering a vital organ).

Previously, I had no interest in Victoria Beckham. Now, however, I have seen her mouth.

Fan. Tastic.

Thanks very much to Person Who Is Fabulous. You really have prevented me from getting a lot of things done. All in the name of research. Oh yes. Let the fun begin.

PS. Did you notice our new site? Here - you can buy tickets there! Already!

Yikes.

More facts that I discovered while I was writing our comedy festival show:

1. It is easier to become a Canadian citizen if you are a nerd. There is a nerd loophole. Oh yes there is. Apparently they have a shortage. No such luck in Fitzroy.

2. Daryl Somers is only spelled with one "m". Who knew?

3. They think the music for the Austrian anthem was written by Mozart, but they're not sure. Great marketing tool, huh. Let's spread a rumour that ours was probably written by Kurt Cobain.

That's enough facts for today. Got to go do some work.

Keep your eye out for our new site - it'll be here soon, we promise.

So last night our short film I Could Be Anybody screened as part of the Angry Film Festival in Fitzroy. The festival itself went for four hours, which is like three weeks in Standing There Productions Time (we have our own time now) so it was a mammoth effort just to be there. Watching our film with an audience of strangers was fun though. I'd almost forgotten about the film, what with the play coming up. It was nice to see it again.

In other news, we have our first video coming up on the site soon, and the cast photos should be on the comedy festival website any day now. I'm working so hard it should be terrible but I'm having so much fun. Yay for being too busy and having not enough money! Yay for that! What could possibly go wrong...?... watch this space for details.

Sometimes, when you're researching for some writing, you stumble across some crazy stuff.

Did you know that Bertolt Brecht, the revolutionary dramatist we all struggle to understand in year eleven drama classes, insisted that when he died, a stiletto heel be inserted into his heart?

Did you? Did you know that? Is that one of those things people know?

I did not know that. The doctors were apparently instructed to ensure he was dead, insert a stiletto heel in his heart, encase him in a steel coffin, and bury him.

AND THEY DID!!

What a nutter! What a fantastic story! Where are all the plays about Brecht being a nutter who lies somewhere in a steel box with a shoe in his most vital organ?!

I'm very excited. Extra information I wasn't looking for is so tantalising. Problem is, I have nothing to do with it, nowhere for it to go, and yet it is so delicious and begging to be known.

Over the last six months I have discovered the following while trying to find out other things:

1. Paris Hilton is distantly related to somebody called George Mason, best known as one of the "Founding Fathers" of the American Bill of Rights.

2. Paris Hilton is also related to Zsa Zsa Gabor.

3. The Australian anthem used to be the ABC news theme.

4. Paris Hilton's book was on the New York Times Best Seller List. It was written by somebody else.

5. Prince Charles and Prince William never travel together on the same aeroplane.

This last one has nothing to do with any of my research and is just a gratuitous extra fact thrown in because I heard it once.

See? Don't you feel enriched?

Have a lovely weekend and see you Tuesday at the screening of I Could Be Anybody at The Angry Film Festival at First Floor on Brunswick Street starting at 7.30. Obviously if I don't see you there then I will see you twice at our show during April. Huzzah!

And now let's add a producer...

... how fun are rehearsals!?!

Hey so how hot is our cast...

... and yes, we are starting a band.

Left to right: Michael Roper (who plays Peter Dodds McCormick, the bloke who wrote the Australian anthem), Dylan Lloyd (who plays Dad), Miriam Glaser (Paris Hilton) and Emily O'Brien-Brown (Genevieve).

And a very talented bunch they are too.

By the by, did I mention that our short film, I Could Be Anybody, is screening on Tuesday next week (13 March) at First Floor in Brunswick Street? Maybe I didn't mention that.