Wavin' bye to the train or the bus

I hate the little green men that pop up on the msn screen because someone doesn't have a picture. That picture is like a clue, sometimes the only clue, about personalities, identities. And frankly I just hate the irregular shape and how it’s so jarring against the line of perfect boxes. And I hate the way my cursor sometimes disappears so I’m not typing even when I think that I am.