Over the years I’ve Googled my fair share of well and lesser knowns but it rarely occurs to me to hit up the MySpaces, Friendsters and Facebooks of the web. But their reach is undeniable and hardly just for youngsters anymore (my grandma’s probably got a profile. She used to go by the online handle tarbaby2000, I shit you not) so I shouldn’t have been surprised when a sharp reader (I just like saying that like I have an audience of hundreds of thousands) pointed me to a Henry Thomas MySpace page and questioned its veracity.
Of course it was my HT. Who else would put effort into posting decade old (there should be a hypen beteween decade and old but my borrowed/used laptop is busted and a bunch of keys won't work. I would've posted this yesterday but the n, m, v, b and . keys were stuck) music they wrote (um, it’s nothing like uploading ten year old zines or anything)? He’s making me love/hate him again because that furry hat is just asking for trouble (at least it’s not a guy necklace) but then he’s advocating the use of library cards and extolling the virtues of Mexican popsicles (click on the blogs links). How do I reconcile the two?
The Tom Waits lover (inexplicable it girl Scarlett Johansson has beaten him to a record deal despite the fact that she’s not a musician) with a penchant for zany haberdashery or limon ice cream eater who would actually swim in a city park (maybe L.A. is different beast than Brooklyn)? I’m so torn. This is why E list child stars should not be allowed on the internets.