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I’ve got a problem with the end-credits, whether in films or television. You know, those damn scrolly-thingies that are either too fast, too slow, or, on TV recently, squished to miniscule proportions. Here’s the question: WHY do they exist at all? For instance, after watching an episode of, say, “E.R.” do we need to see the name of the 3rd assistant costume assistant? When the credits roll after “Jurassic Park III,” do we care who the gaffer or best-boy was? There’s no similar credits for books (unless the author credits them somehow), and there’s no “credits” given for the burger that you ate for lunch today, or the automobile that you bought last year, or the computer that you are reading this page on right now. I’m sure it has something to do with the unions that represent the various trades represented in the credits…but it’s still irksome.