Between the GSN panel on Saturday morning and the GSN bacchanal Saturday night, I met up with fellow Jeopardy! ex-contestant and Trebekistan native Bob Harris. Despite having dueling Jeopardy! memoirs out from the same publisher at the same time, Bob and I had never met face to face.

Here we are doing our bit for Brainiac-Trebekistani relations with a joint book signing. (I didn’t have the foresight to bring a camera, so these are all off Bob’s camera, and he chose the shots. This is why he looks so sexy and virile, and I’m oddly wall-eyed. I look like Peter Falk trying to bring a Magic Eye poster into focus. “Just one more thing, ma’am. Those are dolphins.”)

We were also unable to resist strapping into the Game Show Congress’s mock-Jeopardy! simulation. Actually, Sony Television lawyers, it was clearly not Jeopardy!. For one thing, the whiteboard at the front of the room said, “Not Jeopardy!” in big convincing letters. Also, there were five categories instead of six in each round, and the clues were green. And there were three “Make a Bet” squares hidden on the board to help us add to our winnings. When Bob found one, he got to say, “I’ve waited my whole life to say this–let’s make it a true ‘Make a Bet’!”

Bob and I both got soundly stomped by Millionare millionaire Ed Toutant, whose timing on these mock-Jeopardy! buzzers is by now the stuff of legend in Game Show Congress annals. To be fair to Bob, his Zen-like game show calm has reached such lofty levels by now that he was actually blurring in and out of a higher plane of consciousness (see picture above) during our game, which might explain his buzzer issues.

Bob was also my ride from Beverly Hills up to North Hollywood, so without his kind assistance, I’d still be standing mournfully in the driveway of the Beverly Hilton. To try and repay his kindness, I’ve provided him with a cover blurb for his upcoming Who Hates Whom, a surprisingly funny primer on global strife due in bookstores sometime this fall.