By the Light of the All-Seeing Eye of Agamotto!

Rover, by myself, and R. Gagnon.

It was fun and games as usual at the Cock N' Bull bar last night. Though we showed up an hour earlier than our usual time. I'm a little leery of being thought of as a 'regular' in a place where the regulars are mainly very grotesque and broken down (the clientele is a combination of these, and a variety of students from nearby Concordia University). Plus, I'm a freelancer, and weekends don't have the same meaning to me that they used to. But Rick gets me out, and I'm usually happy that he does.

We have a table we usually get, next two a couple of groovy, smart old men, who do crosswords and read the "New Yorker," (passing these and other magazines along to their friends in an informal but complicated system). They're kind of bemused by our geek movie and comic talk, enthusiastic drawing, and sharing tunes on our iPod (again, the comics and the iPod were things Gagnon introduced to me. I'm not nearly as passionate a collector as he, and he loves to share). But, I suppose we're entertaining, and fill up the chairs, keeping away worse company.

Anyhow, Richard gave my sketch of Clea, Dr. Strange's squeeze, a fun Ditko-inspired "Dark Dimension" to get lost in. Note the Mindless One (reading Reader's Digest, which is pretty mindless), and the Demon's collection of masks from the Other Side of Nowhere.


Meanwhile on planet Earth, I contented myself with sketching a few of the folk at other tables: