wonder how the old man would comment on the unintelligible brevity of today’s texting
back in my day, your entry into an IRC chat room looked like this:
sup?
nm
I faintly recall the days of compuserve and a phone dialup to the USA in order to download a monster piece of software of 50Kb over a 2400 bits ps connection… 
asl
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72, yes, anywhere.
found this interesting comment
Lonely men and women sit in silence before their computers at night, staring maniacally as pages of text scrolls before their eyes. The phrases and gestures, pleading and begging for attention, only hint at life, but this is almost forgotten as you bark off a laugh after a good exchange. But as the jokes and laughter subside you realize you are sitting alone in your underwear at 3am, laughing in the dark. This is the state of being that is; IRC.