Rob checks his Email. Rob has no Email. Rob's in denial that no one really cares. The box of Kleenex kept nearby is purely a coincidence and not a sign of his daily emotional breakdown when he sees that blinking, green zero.
Technology has comea long way in the last decade and change, no? To be sure the monitor I'm working from right now is bigger than Rob's, but it is supposed to be. His printer is huge, clunky, slow and fills the room with ozone whenever it is turned on.
That computer grinds and grinds its way to a speed a 386 processor would find satisfactory. And that little horizontal door on the front, kids, is where we put floppy disks. This computer has space for both sizes.
It is worth noting that in 1995 and 1996 Auburn was considered one of the most wired campuses in the country. We were ahead of that particular curve. So advanced were we that we put the servers in the basement of the math room -- making at least part of that building something we could all enjoy. The basement of that building flooded routinely.
He's using a telnet here. Before I left in 2000 they were encouraging everyone to use a web-based platform, but telnet offered by far the fastest access. High end users could find out if their friends were currently online, which was especially helpful in organizing many a long lunches.
I kid: Rob was a very popular guy at Auburn. He's president of an electrical firm as of this writing.