Just got out of the 6th Floor Museum at the Texas Schoolbook Depository, which I then followed with a conspiracy tour that I paid a guy named Sherman way too much for. But I got a great interview out of it, which I’ll have up on the traffic.com blog manana. In the meantime, I know that a lot of you, like me, weren’t alive when JFK was assassinated. For those of you who were, I’d be interested to know where you were, how you heard, and what you remember. Please feel free to leave your remembrances in the comments section below.

..all seems like a Texas sized load of crap so far. People here are just plain weird. Details forthcoming.

The Sensei turns 66 today. Here’s a website dedicated to the evolution of his hair.

A week after his camera melted down, Jam Master Sean was able to get me some photos of this weeks winners. Above is Barb from This Week We’re Blogging for Dive Bars.com (who I have a sneaking suspicion used some players from the Jams to win.) They won at the ‘Vous. Below we have Duane’s World, which won again at the Black Sheep. Both teams won last week as well. By the way, scores seem kind of low since I left. Have the questions been too hard?

A lot of people asked this week if there would be new questions tonight, and I’m happy to say, oh yeah!
So come out and join Trivia Art at Good Dog or Jam Master Sean at the Bards and enjoy some fresh trivia!

Two girls came and sat down beside us at a bar in Detroit called Fishbone. One of them was kind of cute, and we chatted for a while. Well, my naivete was in full effect, as I just assumed that they thought I was cute. Lyle kind of sat on the other side of me and didn’t really say much. Then, after one of them checked my license to see if my name was really Johnny Goodtimes, they asked if I would buy them a shot. I said, “Sure.” So we did a shot, then Lyle whispered in my ear. “I’m getting a strong feeling we’re dealing with workin’ girls here.” All of a sudden, it clicked into place, like in the 6th Sense. They were wearing tightly fitting clothing, had been talking a little brusquely (I just figured that that’s how women talked in Detroit), had been asking me what I did for a living and how much money I made. After the shot, they quickly departed, and actually left us with the bill for their other drinks as well. I told the bartender that I wouldn’t pay for their drinks, but I know how bad it sucks to have someone run on a check, so I left her a huge tip to help cover for those females de la noche.

But a number of questions remain unanswered. For one thing, why did they bail without trying to out and out proposition us? When they found out that I was a quizmaster, were they that turned off? Of course, more sinisterly, did she take note of my SS# and do something shady? She seemed too stupid to memorize numbers, but it seems strange to chat up some guys for a half hour just to get a free shot off of them. I’ve signed up for a credit check, so I can keep an eye on it, but I am a little nervous. Let this be a lesson to you: No matter what the circumstances are, never, ever, go to Detroit.