I was watching TV – my laptop was open and visible so it still counted as working – and the program that I was viewing just ended. As the credits started scrolling onto the screen they were whisked over to the far left and scrunched into an unreadable blur of unrecognizable, and now uncredited, names of actors, actresses, gaffers, and gophers. On the right hand side of the screen – perfectly visible – was yet another programming advertisement. Yay, rah.
Anything I might want to see about the program – a specific actor or the name about a song in the soundtrack – completely lost. I watch enough TV – okay, maybe too much sometimes – but I actually do look for stuff like this. Heck, any movie, even the bad ones, should give credit to the people involved. I imagine the assistant to the hairdresser of Billy Bob Thornton trying to point out his crowning achievement, his own name in lights, to his proud mother and her bridge club only to find the task impossible and having to slink away in embarrassment through the hurtful taunts of a disbelieving ladies’ card group.
I guess I can always look up my information on the ‘net but that, well, that’s just wrong.