Big D’s Guacamole brain

Long time no bitching. I’ve been practicing flash writing. It’s amazing! PEI is great as always. Wish I could travel there under happier circumstances. So relaxing! maybe Labor Day Weekend or something I’ll rent a car and go.

Seems to me traveling should be a shared experience… I feel a “I’m so lonesome rant” coming so I’ll shut up.

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I have to take a bus to PEI today to go to a funeral. My godfather passed away last night. One of the last few times I took a bus, a tall blonde woman sat next to me. I had just bought a ‘How to Learn Japanese Phrases’ book and it was indeed a great conversation starter. She told me she was studying to be a nutritionist in Moncton. She also mentioned she had a ‘boyfriend’ early in the conversation so I knew I made a good impression. But as strangers who got all the formalities out of the way, we often had long pauses of silence. Then that unmistakable odor hit my nose. It wasn’t me either! It didn’t smell that bad but it was vegetable- smelling, like baby carrot poo. I was sprayed with vegan gas!

So just remember guys: no matter how pretty she is, she can emit odors from her butt. Don’t let her beauty intimidate you. She farts just like you!

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I’ve been asked a lot for a demonstration since I declared I took Siobhan’s Belly Dancing class. The answer is NO! And I will describe why in graphic detail to conjure up ghastly images in your head. Luckily her class was for beginners. As one hip rised, the other went down, all while you keep your center still. With me so far? The act of doing that, certain appendages found the nook between my thighs to slide into. Right hip up, left ball squished. Left hip up, right ball squished. The exercises were meant for an introduction to belly dancing, so we were going slow. If I ignored that my scrotum was my legs’ punching bag, I could keep up; but then there is the friction factor. We switched routines often; which is good because some bordered on handless masturbation. After a while, my one eyed otter would awaken and I would have no control over it! Any faster and my very own organic liquids would splatter all over and I would have never been allowed in the Underground Café or the Arts and Learning Center ever again! I need my NB Film Coop fix; that must never happen!

It was a one time thing and an experience I’ll likely won’t forget soon. Belly Dancing in its purest form has had a bad rap. It is one of the oldest dances still practiced and it is a thing of beauty when you see a performer who has mastered it . The misconception is that it is an erotic dance, it is, but so much more than that. Speaking of erotic dances, I was once offered $100 to dance at a bachelorette party last year. It had only been a month since my knee surgery and I was still in a brace, on crutches. I had to decline. Now a year later, my knee is fully recovered… and I know belly dancing! Ante up girls for the Full Monty!

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Hey Dennis,

Here’s the pic of you and your belly dancing instructor. Good luck with the lessons!

Biff

On 7/17/06, >Biff Mitchell wrote:
Hey Dennis,The blog looks great! I’ll send the pic of you with your belly dancing instructor after work. Gia … congrats on the Gleaner article and the screening in California. Biff

On 7/17/06, Dennis > wrote:
Contrats to you too! (Saturday’s Gleaner pic)Biff Mitchell has encouraged me to blog so our “media coverage” will be up there tonight! lol http://dennispoirier.blogspot.com/I’m hoping my blog will create traffic on redleafproductions.com I have so much to say including why I took a Belly Dancing class on Wednesday. It’s one of those spur of the moment things I needed to experience because if I inhibit myself, I can’t grow as a writer and artist. I spent a lot of time in the past being afraid to “do”, not taking action. If I want to be an actor I have to relax an not take myself too seriously, be silly!

We ran into Siobhan during the Culture Crawl and Biff has a picture. (may I get that pic Biff?)

Dennis

>> From: “Gia ” > Date: 2006/07/17 Mon AM 09:06:51 EST> To: “Dennis”
>> Subject: Hey Dennis
>> Great photo in today’s Gleaner of you! Super!!! Congrats!
>
> Gia>

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I’m involved in everything in Fredericton aren’t I? I drank my face off all week with writers. On Friday, the sun was scorching, it was a tiring day. Nevertheless, I never been the kind to pass up a beer drinking opportunity! We ended up at Nicky Z’s. Draft beer was cheap. Around midnight, we had enough and I walked Biff’s party back to UNB residence. The pirate poet Steve was eating leftovers and the party goers soon followed suit. Close to 1am I decided to head out to catch a cab at the nearest club. I got home and I expected the usual messages from my nephew, but three phone calls from Michel Guitard’s mom Denise? Each message got progressively worried. “Dennis, its Midnight: were are you?” “Dennis its 1 am: Call us when you get in!!!” So I called back and apparently the last shot they wanted to get Friday was my character, the evil janitor, getting spotted by the police lying on the ground after a severe beating. Denise informed me she will send someone to get me when they wrap the other scene. I passed out on the couch, more out of exhaustion than drunkenness. The call came at around 2am to get ready. Krista gave me a beating… Well she applied the makeup to make it look like a beating, and I laid in the damp grass for a few takes. My acting wasn’t a stretch as I was ‘dead tired’!

Here I am in my stalking-little-girls best outfit. (for reference to people who don’t know me, I DON’T STALK LITTLE GIRLS! I’M ACTING! )

 

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Wow!

Once again Meghan Cumby makes me look good! Even with my ‘Big Lebowski’ shorts on, I still managed to look good! Great job again Meghan! I wrote a little article in Here about “They Didn’t Make It”. Now when anyone googles Joel and “They Didn’t Make It” my little article hits the top 10!

Try it… really, try it! The more you look it up, the more the my ranking goes up and the Fredericton Joel Thompson will be numero one… on Google and our hearts! hehe

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I remember the day late last year when Meghan Cumby took that picture. My dark wavy hair and stupendous boyish charms was somehow not the reason why, but she looked a little razzled to me that day. I later learned she had a ton of assignments and exams to prepare for. My petty little movie was an inconvenience to cover for Here magazine. She did snap a decent picture of my evil mug, and really did a good job putting together the interview, but I didn’t thank her. No e-mail, no nothing, I’m such an ignoramus. I see her name in the Daily Gleaner often now and she still does work for Here.

Meghan came to the parking garage to interview Joel Thompson for “They Didn’t Make It” on Tuesday July 11th. I saw a different confident young lady introduce herself to the cast and crew and I couldn’t be happier for her and wish her the best in her journalism career. While I write about stupid movies, Meghan writes about real current events. See for yourself in Here’s archives

Oh by the way Meghan … Thank you !

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I’m Dennis and this is my blog. I can’t believe I haven’t been lured to this before now. I was at the Maritimes Writer’s Workshop and saw the potential of a blog in Biff Mitchell’s Cyber Punk (Science Fiction) group. We were the misfits of the week long program, however it was in a beneficial way because I never met as many clever and social writers in my entire life! Aren’t writers supposed to be recluses who retreat to cabins in the wilderness for months to finish their novels? Aren’t poets suppose to be artsy-fartsy types who bend their noses upwards because you don’t understand prose? As of this day, this week, this entire experience, I have a better appreciation towards the people who seek to communicate to the world who they are and the words they choose to write.

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