I heard of a culture that believes that you die three deaths. The first is when your body stops functioning, the second is everyone who knew you dies, and the third and final death is when everyone forgets your name. It seems that the VCR is reaching that final stage of death.
Remember VCRs? The whir of the tape, not having to go through the main menu to get to the movie, having to rewind when you were done. Those were good times. Back then, we didn't say "VHS". We said tape. Now it seems that people can only remember the term VHS and not VCR. I have no idea how many times I've heard someone say "VHS player" instead of VCR. This is probably because we're used to saying DVD player, but that's still no excuse.
Well, at least I have a working VCR at home so that I can watch my Disney movies. I don't feel like spending all the money to replace them with DVDs. Plus, it's always hilarious when you pop in a tape and hear "Coming summer of 1998...Mulan!" I'm getting old, aren't I?
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