Why I Dance on the Bankrupt Grave of Blockbuster Video

[divider type=”space_thin”][title type=”h2″]Omar Holmon[/title]There will come a day when I have children. Then those children will have kids of their own. Those grandkids will ask about what I used to do for fun, and I’ll have to find a way to explain how, back in my day, if you wanted to see a certain movie or play a video game you weren’t sure about buying, then you would go to a video store. You would then rent said game or video from the store for about three days and then return it. Grand Kid 1: Why didn’t you just use Skynet the internet to interface the movie directly into your medial temporal lobe and stream it in your consciousness?Me: Back then the internet couldn’t intercourse with our Medula oblan-whatever you just said to me.Grand Kid #2: What system of laws were used to ensure people returned the videos?Me: [Sigh] [quote_left]It’s a bit of a reminder of my youth, I suppose, because Blockbuster Video serves as peak nostalgia for most. Yet we might’ve forgotten the downside.[/quote_left]After describing what a VHS tape is, I’ll have to explain that depending on where you lived there were plenty of stores that held movies and games (West Coast Video, anyone?) but that the overlord of them all was Blockbuster Video. Blockbuster Video used to flood the block with their yellow and blue monopoly gang colors; and if we’re being Bret The Hitman Hart technical about it, Blockbuster Video was the Nino Brown of media from 1985 to 2010. They were moving cases of weight week…