So then it was off to the Arkham Asylum, where cajones and chebutykin were hosting an Ultraviolet marathon. Jesus, Mary and Joseph, does that series ever kick ass! It's a fabulous combination of Hellsing and The X-Files at their best, and I am genuinely sorry that there's only six episodes. They're damn good episodes, though. So was the episode of Doctor
Who, "Dalek", shown afterward, which was also directed by Joe Ahearne. By the time that wrapped up it was after 11 and I was feeling the effects of a very long day, so I headed home...only to realize around the Highway 55 exit that I'd forgotten my cell phone, sunglasses, Palm Pilot, and my laptop. So I decided to get off on 55 and go back up to the Asylum. Traffic was light enough at that hour that I slid over from the center lane - and found out at the bottom of the ramp that it's not a plain "H" intersection. So, after checking the traffic, I turned onto the northbound ramp back onto 100 without bothering to get all the way over into the eastbound lanes of 55, and that's when the police officer behind me hit the lights. Thanks to my clean driving record, though, he let me off with a written warning and a pointed lecture about fat guys driving SUVs like sports cars. Since I grew up down South, I shut up and nodded and took my warning. It was better than arguing my way into a ticket.
Got back to the Asylum, where cajones and chebutykin were (thank God) still up watching Twilight Zone, got my gear, and got on home to bed. And that was Saturday.