Don't open that box . . .

I have fully experienced why it is called Pandora. While to date I've mostly listened to my "Train" station, or "Sting" or "U2" or various jazz and classical type stations, all of which are recent enough, emotionally distant enough or have written stuff recently enough that I have not been fully sucked into the Pandora's Box time warp. But today . . . today I created a "New Order" station. I had no idea just what I'd done. I've spent the morning mired in New Order, Depeche Mode, Aha, The Cure, Erasure, Talk Talk. And soo much more in the way of adolescent angst. I had no idea this music carried so much emotional connotation for me. It's like it's 1990 all over again and I'm reliving every dance, concert and late night drive of my junior high and high school experience . . . it makes it a bit hard to concentrate on work when I find myself mentally experiencing an aerobics routine we were forced to create for 8th grade gym class to the tune of "Taaaaaaaake Oooooooooon Meeeeeeeee! Taaaaaaaaaaake Meeeeeeeeeeeee Ooooooooooooon! . . .