Thanks for returning

I am back. I guess the muse spoke to me yesterday. Of course, she said "anal leakage" but at least that got me to thinking, riffing and writing. There was a stream of consciousness thing going on there. Not today, though. Maybe it is the upcoming long weekend (Monday is a civic holiday here) or maybe it is some sort of brain tumor. I just do not know.

I am thinking of changing the name of this blog. I am not too sure that "Well Adjusted" is truthful any longer (assuming it ever was). Then again, and I hate to repeat myself, with the heat and humidity we have been having in these parts, some of my other parts are well.....adjusted, or in need of adjustment.

It never fails but I just do not like the feeling of my scrotum sticking to inner thigh. Call me crazy. It is so damn hot and humid out there that my balls are hanging down to my fucking knees. I have to be careful when I sit down, so as not to sit ON the jewels. Then again, I have no intention of doing like the NFL players do. As they are practicing in this heat, in full equipment I might add, when they start to show signs of overheating, they sit in ice baths. Ain't know way the boys will allow themselves to placed in the ice bath. That is way to go for the atomic shrinkage (ala George Costanza).

Speaking of which, a thought came to me last week. I find it very interesting that I recall Anne Meara from 1970s sitcoms (she appeared in them all) and I knew she was married to Jerry Stiller and that their son was Ben Stiller (I learned that in the early 90s) but I had never really seen Jerry Stiller. Then along comes his role in Seinfeld and he works through the 90s and into the 2000s going from Seinfeld to King of Queens. I just found that kind of funny, as if he really did not work during the 70s and 80s.

With that, I am outta here! Have a good one! Ciao!