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2013 (or, Here we go again!)

Ho, ho, ho!  Happy New Year!

Now I certainly do not want to rain on your Rose Parade, but…

All that happened was this little ball of dirt we call home completed another circuit around the sun.  Hooray.

We are celebrating Cosmic Nascar.   And Mercury just lapped us again.

Oh Bother!  (Yes, bother. Didn’t you read the classics when you were a kid?)

However, I am a not fussy man.  Not like Old Uncle Bloggsy, who has his own blog; http://www.newberry.org/book-fair-blog.  He puts the “mudge” in curmudgeon.

2012 was full of memorable events.  Some of which filled me with joy, others that left me sobbing by the side of the road.  Nevertheless, it was ride not to be missed.  Now that I think of it, perhaps New Year doesn’t come from a bottle.  And the true meaning of New Year is something much more.  It is a reference point.  And any scientist will tell you, reference points are most important.  This is a time when we traditionally look at ourselves and assess the good and the bad.

So how did you do?

Dr Tim’s year was a bit extreme.  I sunk as low as a man could go.  Went into isolation.  Hell looked like Heaven after what I was going through.  And it burned.  I had my soul hammered on the anvils of Hell.  My thoughts, principles, ethics and life were in balance.  And I almost let go.  Would have been easy too.  No more pain, no more suffering, no more darn alarm clocks.  Death has always fascinated me.  When my first wedding became known folks commented that it was like “Edgar Allen Poe marrying Sylvia Plath.”  There no longer seemed to be a point.

But then that old spark lit up my brain like the Fourth of July.  Seems as though I am made of some pretty stern stuff.  I remembered who I was; I was me the whole time.  Imagine my surprise.  Found my reference point, re-anchored and came out the other side.  Singed, but shining.  Told you that reference points were important.

And how I laughed as Kathy Griffin kept trying to give Anderson Cooper a blowjob on CNN.  She slips down to her knees very easily, if you catch my drift.  Suddenly I am much more attracted to her!

2013, how ya doing?  Not sure what you have in store for me, but in the words of a famous politician, “Bring It On!”

Oh yes, be sure to love and always use your Official Doc Johnson Toys and Lubes!  After all, if I am sticking around, Daddy needs to get paid!  (ANME Show next week!  Wait until you see what Doc Johnson is bringing soon to a bedroom near you!)

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Trade Show Fever (Part Two)

And if the ANME Show was not enough excitement, next came the XBiz Show and with it the XBiz Awards.  That was one amazing night!

Ron Braverman, my Boss, received the Industry Pioneer Award.

 

The Man, The Legend.

Many of you young folks do not remember back in the 70’s when what we were doing was not considered exactly legal.  Sure, today you can order any type of sex toy from the web (except in a few states) and wham, bam it is at your door.  No, these are the pioneers that stood up and declared that everyone has a right to an orgasm they way they want it!  Much secrecy and hard times a-plenty.  But these folks stood tall and pushed forward.

He was introduced by his son, Chad Bravermen in a truly moving speech.

Chad Bravermen, the next generation.

But Chad was not the only family that was there for Ron.

The Braverman Clan

When the award was announced, the Doc Johnson table went wild!

We are so d-mn proud!

And his smile lasted long after he left the stage.

All smiles!

Remember: He did this for you.  A good 36+ years defending your right to cum as you please.  Standing up to governments trying to make this world a better, more empowered nation of sexually fulfilled people.  Satisfied people are happy people and happy people, well they have no limits, do they?  Ron Braverman fought in the trenches so next time are about to rub one out, dedicate it to Doc Johnson.  Now get out there and win one for the Doc!

It's all for you, Baby. Enjoy.

 

Trade Show Fever (or, I am not an ANME-AL)

Well, maybe I am.  Seems there were a couple shows presenting “Implements/Accessories of Personal Sexual Empowerment Strategically Designed for Human (Singular or Multiple) Ascent towards La Petite Mort.”  (Sex toys to get y’all off!  On your own or with friends.)

Of course, I will be covering the ANME show.  That stands for the Adult Novelty Manufacturers Expo.  And since Doc Johnson is one of the Founding Five, we had a ginormous booth!  Yes, there are four others, but hey, this is about us.

Oh the glamour!  Oh the toys!  Oh the lubes!  And even some most excellent eye candy was on display for everyone to enjoy.  Many of my readers have not heard of this show because it is not open to the public.  It is, as they say, B2B or Business to Business.  Folks who sell to folks who sell to folks who sell to folks who use the products.  Manufacturer to Distributor to Stores to You!  Sounds complicated, but it really isn’t.  Just the American Dream in action promoting Freedom of Speech, the Right to Our Own Bodies and money.

Our theme was the “School Of Doc.”  We had a classroom where one could touch, feel and learn all about our very cool products.  We even had video in the background!

Don't Be Late For Class!

Oh Yeah!  We had candy in class.  Bet you never had that before, did you?  (Culinary and confectionary schools don’t count…)  And guess what?  We had a faculty there to show, teach and learn with you!

Nerdy but Dirty Faculty of SOD!

They may have been walking around with clipboards, but those rulers were never far away!  Looks like I am going to stay after class again today.  DANG!  (One great thing about teachers is that they make you do it over and over until you get it right.)

But it wasn’t all fun and games.  There were many serious meetings that took place.  Sharks circling each other, looking for weakness, waiting to pounce and close the deal.  It was tough, make no mistake!

Advanced Business Strategy in Process

The great part however, was renewing old friendships, remembering why you didn’t particularly like someone, seeing what was new and maybe getting a behind closed-door demo of some of the products.  Which, I must add (lawyers insist) that those games are not business related, just friendly slap and tickle between friends.  Those days of bedroom business are long gone.  Yep, everything is uber-professional now.  Business is business.  And playtime is playtime.  (They don’t call me Tim-Bone for nothing, you know.)

People just could not keep their hands off our toys.

Free-Balling!

Although that picture reminds me of my ex-wife and her female lawyer…

Needless to say, there were sights to see, things to do and people to meet.  I had a very productive day meeting with some clients discussing new opportunities so that I can get my boss that new Testarossa.  I’m selfless like that.  Ask around.

And since I’ve learned how to add pictures to my posts.  (Promise to learn how to use fewer later.)  There are some other folks that should be recognised.

More Sales People:

More of the Sales Staff!

The Director of Product Development!  (Everything is his fault…)

I'm not sleeping! Just listening!

And of course, the Big Boss!

He is The MAN!

So everyone will be seeing some really great new toys and lubes coming their way this fall.  I’d say 99% of them will be coming from us, Doc Johnson.  But then you might say I am a wee bit prejudiced.

OK, due to the news, I postponed the talk about SRS, Filet O’Penis and lubes until next week.  Guys can be such fraidy-cats about some things.  Me?  I’m going home and making lasagna!

Note to readers in Southern California.  Stock up on your Doc Johnson toys and lubes.  It is going to be a long weekend, so stay home and enjoy yourself!