I just saw a video on CNN detailing the various emotions that the Hulk and his ex-wife are feeling about their split. A pair of “analysts” waxed on the possible repercussions of Linda Hogan dating a 19 year old, while Hulk spoke to Larry King about his feelings.

This entire fascination with the Hogan family is sick and it doesn’t make any sense at all. Hulk Hogan hasn’t been relevant in the field of wrestling for 15 years and why anybody would ever find his family’s daily life interesting is beyond me. He’s just a yahoo egomaniac with a ten cent head. Who fucking cares who Hulk Hogan dates? Who gives a shit as to whether his wife is screwing a teen? His troubled son is just another dude in jail, and as for the daughter…well, FUCK IT.

In a perfect world, the entire family would be sent to prison on charges of gross vanity.

I got back from camping at the Bobolink Festival on Monday and I still haven’t been able to wash the hippie out of my hair. Shit, at least I didn’t come back with dreads…

This weekend I threw down the traipsing of indie rock and reverted to the 19 year old Spencer who traded ’70s Pink Floyd bootlegs with other longhairs; the one who found neither the smell of patchouli oil nor the color scheme of tie-dye totally atrocious. And I’m supposed to be writing about it for the Synthesis Weekly right now. But for some reason, the only thing i want to do is watch Jake and Amir videos and get stoned.

See this cat? His name is John Staton, he plays the skins for On The One, formerly of Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe. Staton stole the show for me, even after The Living legends’ Grouch and Eli tore it up the night before. On The one laid it down. God, I really should write this fucking review… Jake and Amir? Save me.