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The Female Brain (or Getting There)

Let’s see a show of hands, who understands how a woman’s mind works?

Nope, nobody.  Knew that going in but I had to ask.

However, we do know what is going on in a woman’s mind as she climaxes!

Well, not to the specific thoughts she is having of Antonio Banderas, George Clooney or Dr Tim (people get us confused sometimes) but we do know what parts of her brain are stimulated during orgasm.  (Hope she used Sasha’s Love Spit Lube by Doc Johnson!  It is AWESOME!)

Barry Komisaruk and his team at Rutgers University, New Jersey did a brain scan on a woman stimulating herself to orgasm in an MRI machine.

Yes, an MRI machine.  Dang sexy if you ask me.  Remember this one?  https://quantumcogitation.com/2010/12/15/medical-play-an-mri-really/

This is an animation based on the brain scans.  Check it out.

http://www.newscientist.com/blogs/nstv/2011/11/female-orgasm-movie-shows-how-the-brain-fires-up.html

I LOVE SCIENCE!

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3-Minute Poem for Thanksgiving (or Somebody please stop him!)

Thanksgiving is fast approaching!

Time to perform your best kitchen tricks.

Don’t worry if things turn out dry because,

There’s nothing that gravy can’t fix!

Veterans’ Day (A moment of silence please)

We tend to get wrapped up in our daily lives.  Can’t help it.  We’re only human.  Rushing here and there going to work, the store getting coffee.  Bitching about old people driving or walking slowly.  Maybe we are forgetting something.

Honor your Elders

These brave men and women gave everything they had for us.  We owe them our respect.  They earned it.

And not everyone came back.

Freedom is not free

Thank you for your service.  G-d bless the USA and those of you who keep us safe and free.

What Did You Call Me? (or, Whiny Post, No Cheese or Crackers!))

You never think it could happen to you…

If I had known what was going to happen, I never would have gone.  But I did.

Yes, I went to the Biannual Society of Cosmetic Chemists Suppliers’ Day event at the Long Beach Convention Center.These were my peeps, my buddies, my pals.  We have stood side by side with beakers in our hands making a more beautiful tomorrow.  We had been to more disreputable clubs together and seen things that would turn a weaker man into jelly.  Yes we were held by bond stronger than most, its name is Bond, Ionic Bond.  (Chemistry joke.)

We had each other’s backs through acquisitions, lay-offs, marriages, divorces.  You never expect those folks to turn on you.

At the show I couldn’t go three feet without having someone yell, “Hey Dr Tim, over here!” or “Wait Dr Tim, I need to talk with you!” even “Dr Tim, I need your advice.”

Three hundred booths, seven hundred conversations.  It’s a good life.  If you are strong enough.

Then it happened.  One of my old buddies brought a baby chemist over to see me.  (A baby chemist is anyone with less than 25 years in the business.)  My friend said to me, “Tell this kid that the Noodle Incident* really happened.”

*Some incident names have been changed to protect the innocent.

“Of course it happened.  You were there.”

And then…

“Wow Dr Tim, Sir.  You are a Legend!  I can’t wait to tell everyone that I met you.”

WHAT????

When did that happen?  But it gets worse.  Not two rows later I get called an Icon of the Industry.  By an international group of chemists.  Apparently I am known from California to Japan.  The long way.  And the question that pesters me is “Why?”

What did I do that was so special?  Nothing comes to mind.  I have worked hard and long in my laboratory for almost 30 years.  Lost two wives and families because of my work.  Did I have a major breakthrough that helps humanity?  Doubtful.  Did I make a lot of people wealthy with my work?  Certainly.

(And speaking of my work, go buy some Official Doc Johnson toys and lubes!  The Sasha Grey Love Spit will blow your mind.  Or if the jacuzzi is your thing, try our new and improved iLube.  A cushiony silicone ride through the night.)

Did I touch people?  Probably.  I was a pizza guy once myself you know.  More people seem to remember me than I remember them.  Half of me calls BS, the other half loves the attention.

Apparently I live my life loud and proud with my freak flag unfurled, surviving and thriving in the corporate world.  I guess everyone does love the bad boy.

Am I bragging or complaining?  Not too sure yet.  Definitely a little of both.

Oh, on the lighter side, a female chemist caught me using a Star Trek reference.  She is the first one to spot it ever!  Major props.

I'm feeling it!

Dr Tim – the Man, the Icon, the Legend.  Let me help you get your freak on!  No muff too tough!  No trick too sick!