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All Up In Pandora’s Box

So, it may come as a surprise that I'm no fan of the convenience of technology. Sure, I love my twitter and my facebook, but I don't use technology for anything practical. Paying bills? Hand me my checkbook. Yeah, I blog, but I'd rather write a letter and send it to all of you if I could. I'm an old soul. That's just how I roll. One convenience I'm just now giving in to is Pandora. I'm the guy who'd lug his CDs from place to place, but that got cumbersome once I passed CD #500. Sure, there's the radio, but there are only so many times one can listen to "California Gurls" before they want to kill Katy Perry for melting all the popsicles. So, with that in mind, and a laptop at my disposal, I ventured into the world of Pandora.

First impression? I am SO proud of my Shiny Toy Guns station and it's not like I really had anything to do with it. I mean, I chose a band, and Skynet did the rest. That said, it really does evoke a mood. If I could rename it, it would be my "Trying to Seduce That Hot Artsy Barista" station. Remember Shannyn Sossamon in 40 Days and 40 Nights?

Yeah, this shit's for her. Sneaker Pimps, Massive Attack, Zero 7, Imogen Heap. Seriously, this is everything that quirky chick would love to hear. They even threw in some Simon & Garfunkel, to remind her of the good times she had with her dad growing up - ya know, before he hit the point where he "just doesn't understand anymore!"

Sure, she's not gonna end up being The One, but you'll have a really torrid and emotional relationship that'll define your mid 20s and maybe fuck you up for the rest of your life. Breathe it all in, my friend - once that chick moves away to art school/leaves you for her psych professor, you're never gonna want to hear Sia again. That's when this becomes the "That Fucking Bitch (Please Come Back - I'll Change!) Station". Or so I've been told. Stop looking at me like that!

To Be Continued...