10PM
Morale is still high as the courageous warriors plunge forth into the seedy underbelly of PHP. Flip continues to kick serious ass. A setback is suffered when it is discovered that 2 databases are needed and some other stuff that I don't understand. Flip is momentarily phased but quickly recovers. Nate begins to read about the rise of communism in Russia and continues into comic books. Nate reminisces about all the Jim Lee comics he used to own from X-Men through to the Image days and WildC.A.T.S. It is agreed that Nate and Flip should visit a comic book store soon, although Flip will surrender his wallet before the trip so that he does not spend needlessly. The site in its current design state is seen.

11PM
Nate has now expanded from comics he used to read through to comics he would like to read but never got around to, and somehow reads a biography of Tori Amos. It turns out that the UT library system does not carry The Sandman comics, just the later graphic novels, which is kind of a disappointment. Flip begins to feel severe hunger pangs which were only hinted at when they left his house a mere three hours ago. It is decided unilaterally by Flip that "you're going to owe me a sandwich from...the place...mrglellelemr" before trailing off and fixing some more code.

12:10AM
Flip "I think I'm almost done."
One moment later...
[rapping of knuckles] "Okay, see, here's the problem"
One more moment...
"wonder if I should have DIFFed that. Ah, screw it"

12:25AM
Flip declares that it is his birthday, despite documentary evidence to the contrary. This announcement is coupled with the dance alternately known as "drivin' the school bus" (to Flip) and "cabbage patch" (to the rest of the world).

12:45AM
Goddammit, the time is fucked up. And I can't log in to fix metaphilter parameters. On the other hand, Flip can. Okay, the time is just fucked up on all posts after August 23rd when we switched to "Texas time" at the constant pestering of javelina. Bastard. The two hours of perl-y goodness required to fix the UNIX time associated with all of those posts is not worth it. Damn.

Flip is starting to vibrate with the natural frequency of the universe and asks more and more frequently, "is there anything else I have to do right now?" I begin to worry that I have withheld the food for a little bit too long.

01:15AM
Lo, these brave nerds did look unto their work and smile. For that had created a powerful beast that would probably soon be overcome with problems galore. At this time, however, that sensation is the furthest thing from their minds. It was time for pickles and avocados on wheat bread. Perhaps they could reward themselves with a cookie. In the end, they'd better get moving because JJ's closes at 2 and I fear for my life if Flip is left pulling madly at the locked doors of the sub shop.