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Highly, HIGHLY recommend No Country for Old Men. Never has Tommy Lee Jones been this good.

Dark, funny, thought provoking, disturbing. It will keep you riveted.

Certainly one the best films of the year.

Dear Apple,

I knew in my heart of hearts that it really was quite pointless given that my complaint would never actually be met with human eyes, but merely tacked on to a tally of satisfied customers versus disatisfied customers but damn, it felt so good to get off my chest.

Dear Apple,

How disappointing to discover that the ipod's batteries are not replaceable! Good thing I spent 2 years of my life "babying" mine for the sake of longevity. That really paid off when you told me that I would get a "new one with old parts" (aka refurbished). Oh, you did mention however, that I could trade mine in with a whopping 10% discount to get a new one. That's an awesome discount. No, really. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would get such a present in exchange for my nothing-is-wrong-with-this-except-the-battery-ipod.

I understand that we live in a consumer society and I understand that you exist to make a profit and your whole thought process probably includes "hey, when you come in to get a new battery and we put the screws to you, take a moment to admire the newest models of ipod. They're delicious." But the whole experience left a sour taste in my mouth and the realization that maybe Apple isn't the be all and end all that it claims to be.

Maybe I'm a PC after all.

It wasn't just the fact that I had to get a refurbished ipod to get a new battery. That was just the beginning. What irritated me the most was the refurbished ipod they sent me (after a shipping delay of a week) crapped out after 3 days of use. When I took it in and met with a genius he insisted that I just wasn't trouble-shooting the problem and sent me on my way with a long list of things to do if the problem arose again. Which it did. After one song on my way home from their store. So I made another appointment, met with another genius, and was put on a list to receive yet another refurbished ipod.

Which I have and appears to work ok as of now. For which I should probably be a little more grateful. But I say that now, only after I have hit the send button on my survey.

Dear Mr. President-Elect,

I turned off the news last night at around 11 with the certainty that the U.S. had spoken clearly and loudly for you. Florida had not been declared. The west had not yet released their numbers. But Ohio had declared you victorious. And I knew, in my heart of hearts, that we had reclaimed our country.

I think this has been an emotional election for so many. The African American community who never thought they would see the day and have woken up and realized it is possible. Anything is possible. For people my age, who have shrugged off scare tactics of the past; who want to usher in an age of unity rather than remain in a country where it is survival of the fittest and richest. We want to see an end to the Iraq war: bring home our brothers, sisters, sons, daughters, husbands and wives so they too, can reclaim the life that they have left waiting in the wings why they fought so hard for the democracy we call the United States. I voted for equality. For same-sex couples to have the same rights as I. Love has no boundaries and everyone deserves the chance to live their happiest life. I voted for the rights of women. For universal healthcare so that we all can be the best and most productive citizens. I voted for a younger voice. A change in scenery. A historical election.

I am happy, honored and blessed to call you my 44th president. Congratulations