Blast From The Past

I like my brain.
In the past twenty-six years we've done everything together, with the notable exception of a few exams, a couple of life decisions and the time when I was eleven and I thought I was MacGyver and tried to open my parents' front door with a small yellow piece of plastic I found in the garden.
Barring this I occasionally have to step to one side and wonder at the rather bizarre abilities of the two or three pounds of grey mooshy stuff in my head. Metaphorically speaking.

Okay, so. iPOD. Got a 30GB piece of wonderousness for Christmas. My old iMac has a 20GB hard-drive. This has lead to a few moments of constrictedness, until the introduction of Mr. External Hard-Drive.

(Yes, yes, it's Valentine's Day. Krissa's a bit fluey, but otherwise fine, so she's dozing on NyQuil next door. I'll tell her you asked after her, Internet.)

After Mr. External Hard-Drive came on the scene, I've been uploading my music with renewed vigour, and tonight was one of those times when you're not really in the mood for the Giant Slalom, and there are 18GB of space on your iPod crying out to be filled.
Now the 10GB I already have on there is pretty good. It's the top stuff; the most-listened to, the most recent, the things I'd miss if they weren't there. The music I'm planning to put on are the sort of tunes I'd only listen to if...say...I was on a nostalgia trip, or I was in a retro mood.
I'm just covering my bases here.
So after Beth Orton's Trailer Park and Disc One of Best Anthems..Ever! (Vol.1) the next CD in the pile was NOW 31.
I unchecked the East 17 and Boyzone tracks, because there will never be any flavour of retro mood that bad, and hit import.
What with the iPod deliciousness being all colour-screened and everything, I've been sort of happy that I've been able to re-associate my music with its cover art, and before Christmas I spent many hours pasting the right covers into the right albums. So off I went in search of the CD cover of NOW 31.
Here it is:

...and my brain went...woah...that looks familiar.
Which means one thing, and it's serious. My brain has started going 'woah'. I'm not sure if this is a by-product of living in the US for over a year, or what. Any passing Med students are more than welcome to comment. It's not chronic, yet, I have whole days without it happening. But I'm worried.
A few seconds of my peering at the picture passed. Then it happened again.
Woah. That REALLY REALLY looks like one of my pictures.
And it does. Look:

See?
Only something's not right.
Let's flip the NOW 31 cover...and we get...ta da!

See it?
My brain noticed that. CD cover from 1997, photo from Christmas 2004.
I wish it did better tricks than this.