Personal Reflection (or Life goes by so quickly…)

Sometimes we do not appreciate things until they are gone.

My good friend Jeff sent this picture to me the other day and I have been thinking about it for a while.

Arlene was hands-down the best waitress at The Lamplighter in Chatsworth, CA.  Jeff and I used have lunch there fairly often and while there were younger, prettier waitresses, we were very happy to be in Arlene’s section.

She remembered our drinks, our favorite lunches and if one of us showed up solo, asked where the other guy was that day.  Arlene had that kitchen humming.  Whenever Arlene had the day off, we knew our lunch would take 15-25 minutes longer to get delivered.  High-spirited does not even begin to describe her.  Quick with a joke or console you depending on your day.

We loved Arlene.  And she loved us.

I changed jobs a couple of years ago and haven’t been there since.  But I will always remember Arlene, who gave us the safe, nurturing feeling that gave us the courage to push on in business.

People that we would never suspect touch our lives in surprising ways.  G-d bless them and all of you.

Rest in peace Arlene, we miss you.

Ho, Ho, Ho (or What Dr Tim wants for Christmas)

Many people ask me questions.

You wouldn’t believe the things they ask of me.  Well, some of you would.  If you are a regular reader of this blog, well you are probably almost as unshockable as me.  I can be surprised, but not easily shocked.

Some people actually remember me back in my younger days, before home computers, cell phones or pocket calculators.  Yes, Dr Tim still has a slide rule and knows how to use it!

So these folks say, “Dr Tim, you used to be a funny guy.  Did you ever do celebrity impressions?”

I have one.  Only one and I only perform it in December.  But for all of you who asked, actually, nobody asked.  But they shouldn’t have to ask!  I am just that kind of guy.

You don’t have to thank me, but you do have to click on the link below:

http://youtu.be/X3az_q4WFI0

Don’t forget to tip your waitresses!  (But be careful, you have to pay them when they get back up…)

World AIDS Day 2011

Let’s get real folks.  There is a serious pandemic going on in the world called HIV/AIDS.

HIV – Human Immunodeficiency Virus

AIDS – Acquired Immune Deficiency Syndrome (the final stage of HIV)

HIV is a virus that attacks your immune system making you unable to fight off infections or even cancer.

It was first coming to light when I was in college some 30+ years ago.  Back then it was called the “Gay Cancer” because what little we knew was that you could only get it if you were gay, an intravenous drug user or Haitian.  We didn’t know.  We were young, stupid and foolish.  Nobody really knew what was happening or why.

HIV/AIDS was officially recognized in 1981.  Since then the World Health Organization has estimated that it has killed over 25 million people world-wide.  That number is probably low.

It is the sixth leading cause of death among people ranging from 25-44 in the United States.  It was number one in 1995.

Right now there are an estimated 33 million people living with HIV.  Over two million of those are children under the age of 15.

Chances are that you know and love someone who has HIV.  No need to wear a Hazmat suit.  You cannot get HIV/AIDS by shaking hands, hugging, touching something that an infected person has touched or anything foolish like that.  And no one is safe!  It affects men, women, straight, gay, bi, black, white, asian, hispanic, everyone.  Africa is being decimated.  It is estimated that Africa accounts for 72% of all HIV/AIDS cases in the world.

I’m going to give you some links that Dr Tim trusts and believes in to give you reliable information.  Check them out.

http://www.cdc.gov/hiv/default.htm

http://www.aids.org/

http://www.aids.gov/

http://www.aids.gov/world-aids-day/

http://www.webmd.com/hiv-aids/default.htm

http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/article/000594.htm

http://promotions.usa.gov/worldaidsday.html  (brochure about HIV & Women.  click the link to read the brochure, the information is only if you are ordering copies)

Now there are many graphic photos which I could add to this post, but I don’t think I will.  Take it from Dr Tim, AIDS is a very unpleasant, painful, ugly way to die.  I have been with friends as they died from AIDS.  I have interfaced between widowed lovers and families.  I have cleaned out their homes.  I have been yelled at, physically attacked and abused by those left behind with their grief.  No, this is not a good way to die.

Wearing a red ribbon is not a proclamation that I am against HIV/AIDS.  Everyone is against disease.  I do not wear one to make you think I am better than you.  That is a waste of time.

I wear a red ribbon so that those who are suffering can see it and know they have a friend, that they can come to me for help and that I will do anything I can to help ease their suffering.

We have lost friends, family, athletes, movie stars, musicians and so many more to this disease.

I’ve said it before, but please be careful and treat your life with respect.  I do not want to lose any more of you.

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!

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!

Brains… (or, Happy Halloween!)

Happy Halloween Everyone!

Here at Doc Johnson, we look forward to things that bump in the night!  And vibrate, buzz, rotate, lick, suck, well, you get the idea.

OK! Back up the tanker of Baby Oil! It's Party Time!

Now play safe tonight and be sure to stock up on your Official Doc Johnson toys and lubes.  They work great at parties.  After all, some us will be turning our tricks into treats…

What do you mean you didn't bring your Doc Johnson toys?

So eat Candy, eat your Honey (they both love it) and be sure to wash it down with a special protein shake.  For tonight we howl!

Bare Naked Bake Sale (or, helping people who help charity rocks!)

So I have this friend…

Really!  I do have a friend and she is one of the hardest working ladies I know.  Smart, funny, talented, married (damn), and dedicated to the cause.  We may not agree on everything, but we do agree on one thing.

People in this world need help.  And we want to help.  We would give the shirt off our backs to help.  So she did and the Bare Naked Bake Sale was born.

The website will be going live soon.  To read the back story, go here: http://barenakedbakesale.wordpress.com/

Sign up for updates here: http://bnakedb.kickofflabs.com/?s=1MZG

I believe.  I am a financial contributor and spirit coach.

I also did a short clip featuring their slogan; “I can change the world with the shirt off my back.”

If moobs offend you, do not click this link!  http://www.youtube.com/user/justinawalford#p/u/3/urf2LZsvOIk

You can follow Justina on Twitter (http://twitter.com/#!/JustinaWalford)

What are you doing to make the world a better place?

Relax Asshole (or, R & Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)

Perhaps a few of you remember the sexy blonde with major boobage I mentioned earlier this year.  If you don’t, for shame.  Re-read about her here: https://quantumcogitation.com/2011/04/15/erotic-spitting-or-how-is-it-raining-in-the-bedroom/

We were having a great conversation about new concepts in sexual health and wellness when out of the blue she asked, “How do you fall asleep on those nights when the world keeps you awake?”

She caught me at a weak moment.  Couldn’t help but tell her the plain unvarnished truth.  You should have seen her eyes light up.  How could I resist?  I mean, her boobs got in my eyes and everything!  Someday we will have to discuss this reoccurring dream I have about her.

But before we get into how Dr Tim relaxes on nights when he is carrying all of the world’s problems on his shoulders, let’s look at our souls.

Yes, it is about to get all metaphysical up in here!  What makes us “us?”  Who are you and how did you get that way?

Beats the heck out of me.  I am not even sure where is soul is located.  From all of my studies, it is believed to be located everywhere from the third eye to the brown eye.  Some even believe that the soul is in the blood.  I’ve had my cholesterol checked, but never has my doctor asked for a soul level.  Only Brothers and Sisters have ever gauged my Soul Level.  Solid!

The soul apparently is everything from your conscience to your mind to your very life force.  So we do not know where it is or even what it is, but we know that we have one.  Or some depending on your point of view.  Perhaps some of us do not even have one.  Maybe only so many souls were created and we have out-populated the number available.  There are thousands of people walking around without one.  Why are there so many more heartless criminals that stare at you with empty eyes?  They have no soul to care.  And those of us with souls are there to feel the pain and lie awake night after night.

How do I sleep?  Usually on my side.  I’ll cuddle you so hard and then spoon the hell out of you!

Seriously  though, on those nights that stretch out forever while being boycotted by the Sandman, I turn to Doc Johnson!  And you should too!

I don’t know if my soul is in my asshole, but I do know that is a major tension center.  Ever hear the phrase, “That tight-ass Mofo needs to relax!”

Tension Relief!

Here is my secret: I know they call it a clit stick, but I take that little beauty, turn it on and sandwich it between my cheeks with the tip just touching my asshole.  The tension just seems to drain away and I am sound asleep within 5-10 minutes.  Why?  I don’t know.  Maybe it massages my soul or simply helps me to relax.  Regardless of why, the sleep of the innocent lasts all night long.  I do have to replace the batteries fairly often since I do not wake up turn it off.  It is also kind of fun to figure out where it went during the night too.  Does that make me gay?  No.  It makes me secure.  Read about men and anal play here: https://quantumcogitation.com/2008/08/29/strap-it-on/

I’ll need it tonight however, all I can think about is sexy blonde with major boobage using a vibrator on her asshole.  She waxes.  Everything.  E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g!

There may be some serious weasel-whipping going on tonight as well.  Cold shower anyone?

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