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Yesterday, via the usual search for the forgotten info about which printer manufacturer's products were badged as Dell, I got the laptop talking to the laser printer and printing a test page. (I even found easier to use info than in the past.)
And thence to P&Pw/Z.
Much silly. Very costumes.
I'm a habitual watcher to the absolute end of the credits: partly because with a sibling who's an editor I like to appreciate all the effort put in by the entire crew; partly because I paid to see the whole movie; partly because the end credits can be as much a work of imagination and creativity as the opening credits or the film itself, and you never know what's been slotted in.... This time the remainder of the audience had hung around long enough to appreciate the inevitable resurgence of the evil, but they'd all left--bar Looby Loo and I--for the moment when the classical soundtrack was faded out for the spooky rewrite of "Ring-a-ring-a-roses" and then silence and a blank screen. Spooky.
And thence to P&Pw/Z.
Much silly. Very costumes.
I'm a habitual watcher to the absolute end of the credits: partly because with a sibling who's an editor I like to appreciate all the effort put in by the entire crew; partly because I paid to see the whole movie; partly because the end credits can be as much a work of imagination and creativity as the opening credits or the film itself, and you never know what's been slotted in.... This time the remainder of the audience had hung around long enough to appreciate the inevitable resurgence of the evil, but they'd all left--bar Looby Loo and I--for the moment when the classical soundtrack was faded out for the spooky rewrite of "Ring-a-ring-a-roses" and then silence and a blank screen. Spooky.
