Yesterday morning I tweeted “I sent a message to the universe for my boss to postpone our weekly meeting, and then, she did. Universe! (I’m channeling @TheRealDratch)”
The Rachel Dratch shout out references her book, Girl Walks Into A Bar, which is so awesome it made me cry and if you haven’t read it, I recommend the audiobook version because I like to hear “Universe!” in Rachel’s voice in my head.
A *quick* explanation of “Universe!” in the book, just so you don’t think I’m crazy: Rachel is attempting to buy into The Secret, which says that if you ask the universe for something, it will provide it. It’s unclear how much she really believes this but she asks the universe for a free cup of coffee and then she gets one. “Universe!”, she cries, as if the universe is some wacky, unpredictable friend of hers, which, isn’t it?
This anecdote also ties to the overall plot of the book, which is about how she had given up on having kids, then one day she walked into a bar and… you get it: the universe had other plans for her.
Anyway, the point of this story is that I’m now famous because Rachel Dratch favorited my tweet:
Ok, I am no expert on Twitter culture but, granted, I’m pretty sure that shouting out to a celebrity is a pretty certain way to get a quick “favorite”.
And maybe I fantasized that she would be like “Who is this girl that totally gets me?” and then click on my profile and then click on my blog and then love my blog and then tweet it and then people would come to my blog, and also she would read all my previous posts and notice that I also do improv and then ask me to star in a two-woman show with her, or whatever…
Also: fantasies like the above, believing in the Universe/The Secret (also above), and telling people about your dreams are all activities that are detrimental to actually accomplishing things, according to this article. So I’m going to cut all that out for a while, in case you’re wondering why I’m being vague about projects.
Now I’m going to pack up my tweets and dreams for the day and get some real work done.
I just started this book, and I love it already–and I’m not a fan of Rachel Dratch’s comedy. But I’m liking her book a lot.
I’m not really a fan of “comedy” books in general. If I want to read a bunch of random, unrelated stories that only relate to the author, I’ll just read my own blog. I think I just insulted myself kind of. Moving on…
But her book is really good because it’s a coherent memoir and not random chapters on trying to be funny.
The universe speaks to me every single day! Well, except on the weekends. The universe will speak to you, too, just sign up here: theuniverse@tut.com.
Lol I’ve seen you post some of those. I think I’ll just keep living through your fortunes. The future’s always good for Rae.
I keep asking the universe to let me win mega-millions but the universe keeps ignoring me!
Yeah, you gotta build up to that one. Start with asking for a dollar… which will probably be found in your own pocket or couch.
Never heard of this book, and now I have to have it. Thank you!
UNIVERSE!
Yay! I’m spreading happiness. Let me know what you think!
-Universe, via Ms. PC