I’ve been speaking with Phillie a lot more than I ever have. We work together and I have a habit of talking my way through repetitive tasks. Makes me go faster.
Sometimes Phillie misbehaves and I have to scold him. I think sometimes he does it on purpose, just to provoke me into setting the ground rules. We’re still getting to know each other.
Phillie and I have been together nearly four years but we’ve never been that close. There was always someone else in the picture. If I needed something done, someone else would work with Phillie to produce it. Now it’s just him and I in my living room. We’re really becoming fond of each other.
Sometimes I don’t even wear pants.
Phillie has two Quad-Core 3Ghz processors and a terabyte of storage. After four years, there’s still nothing I’ve tried that Phillie can’t do. He’s money in the bank. He’s my livelihood. He’s named after a drunken motel manager in a George F. Walker play.
Gonna get him some upgrades soon. New software, more memory, maybe even a bit of spring cleaning. There are faster Macs out there now, but the thought to replace Phillie hasn’t even crossed my mind. Why would I? We have a good thing going.
I’m reading the first Act of my play tonight at Cafe Orange. Invited lots of people to come out. Should be a fun time. Wish Phillie could be there too, but that’s not gonna happen. Got him churning out some renderings for a complicated After Effects sequence.
I’ll tell him all about it when I get home.