Don’t get me wrong. I love my blog. I can express stuff here and gas on about things, and look at my funny sketches. Who cares that only about 30 people a day visit the thing.

But busy computer-related work (websites and writing) takes its toll of how long I want to stay in front of this glowing screen. And twitter has taken a bite, too. Oh blog, don’t get upset!

So, I’ve got some funny drawings, and a couple of posts to write. I’m going to try and spread them out a little, just to enhance the bloggy goodness. Or, put them out all at once. These usually just happen. I’m not big on planning.

Right now, these are drawings from my most recent Friday afternoon bar session with Rick Gagnon. Not too many, because I had only brought one book for the both of us to draw in. I was looking on forlornly as he was inking the pic that goes up on the head of this piece. Then I got my book back, and drew various cats (one suffering from the heat, as my guys are at the moment), plus a polar bear from a beer ad (a few of those on the walls, no surprise).

Then a loud bachelors party moved in next to us. They were taking whacks at the groom to be with a paddle, and offering the paddle to pretty girls passing by. Surprisingly, there were few takers. But what these passers-by probably saw was a bunch of guys waving their arms, yelling incoherently. Of course, that was just Rick and I having a political discussion. The wedding party was loud, too!

I’m hoping that Rick sends me a couple of the shots he took of this. Good, if somewhat loutish times!

It’s been too long, but last night I was drinking with my friend Richard Gagnon, and doing silly drawings. He usually inks things that I’ve drawn. Gives me new ideas about where to place black and whites, etc.

I’m feeling a little burnt at the moment, so am just going to post these, to get them out there.

This is a turnabout — Rick’s drawing, which I did inks on:

These guys above were tourists, who were too loud, and we were complaining loudly about them. But as they were leaving, we chatted with them and shook hands. Who would figure it? I think in Montreal, people are always nice to tourists, no matter what. I wonder if that’s really true?

Below, Rick liked the hint of messiness in the stripes of an otherwise (relatively) crisp drawing.

Even though it’s a Monday (lots happening on the weekend, so this post got pushed back), I’m very happy that R. Gagnon and I had a chance last Friday afternoon to meet at a bar again, for drinks and drawing. He did very serious, illustrator-y treatments of my drawings, as with the above.

The drawing below is a little deceptive. First of all, we weren’t at the Cock and Bull pub, but rather a new place, east of downtown. Whether it becomes a regular place will be seen, but it has a good stock of strange characters. Secondly, no one really yells “Hey, Tony!” at the Cock N’ Bull pub. He just appears behind you, when you’re not expecting him, to take away your empty glass.

Another picture by me, vividly inked by Rick:

After hiatus of a couple of weeks, met with my friend Rick Gagnon, but at a different bar this time. Different vibe, too. Above are his inks over an old man I drew. Below is a whiffle jet of mine, which I drew in pencil on the back of a printed sheet of paper (because Rick had the sketchbook), and then fooled around with in photoshop.

Sadly, my weekly meet with R. Gagnon was not to be. So I was flying solo. Still, Rick had his effect, because he’s been lending me these great Criterion DVDs of films such as this one, the 1954 French gangster film Touchez pas au grisbi (“Hands off the loot”), from which I drew this very serious pic of star Jean Gabin.

Fear of a pandemic grips the planet. Economic collapse has put millions out of work. Outside the window of the Cock and Bull Bar, an angry throng marches down the street for May Day, carrying red and black flags, shouting for justice and revolution. I feel suddenly like I’m in Paris, 1968.

I tried to nod at what my friend Rick was saying, and look sympathetic, but it wasn’t working.

So, he inked for me my pencil drawing of the lovely Illeana Douglas. This helped:

Next he did a couple of cowboys, slightly mirroring the mood at the table:

I think that’s Warren Oates and Jake Busey.

Things were better. Then another friend Marr showed up (yay!), and we finished our beers, and headed to a much more expensive bar. There, an artist friend of ours who has shown up in these pages, Jeff Leblanc, was having a birthday celebration:

That’s him with the always sympathetic Eric Theriault, who is nodding and trying to look interested.

Because this is a sketch blog, and this is how I roll, I drew a sketch of Jeff:

He would do the same for me. Only it would take about 2 hours, and be much better.

Beers here cost about as much as a whole pitcher at the other place. But I bought a pint in honour of Jeff, blowing my weekend savings. Rick meanwhile had onion rings, which he photographed lovingly:

Later that night as I was heading home on my bike via rue Rene Levesque, I happened upon the protesters. They had camped in front of the government building, and were apparently having a tam-tam party.

I, meanwhile, remain optimistic about things, despite bouts of panic. For no reason at all, here’s a picture of my cat, Mr. Boggedy, looking silly:

Below, can you tell who did what? Rick drew the two girls, and added shading lines to my cocky guy. Rick’s lines are usually more parallel than mine. He also aggressively darkened my Nora the Cat.

Pretty girl (sometimes hard to find at this bar!) drawn by me, inked by Rick:

Rick on a profile I drew:

Now, this is me on a drawing of Rick’s of a couple of ne’er-do-wells by the video gaming terminals:

Rick did a great job on my hat guy in a car:

And I also love the job he did on my “Count:”

I’ve been busy with “stuff” and have neglected the blog a little bit. By that, I mean I didn’t post something yesterday. Scandal!

Well, as I said, my friend and collaborator Rick Gagnon was away in New York, hobnobbing with the Hoi Polloi. Meanwhile I was toiling here in my dungeon in South Central Montreal. But I finished up a sketch above that we started last week (mostly mine, but there are Gagnon-like traces in the face and hair). So, today is in effect Gagnon Friday-by-proxy. That’s despite the fact that Gagnon isn’t here, and it’s not Friday.

I’m going to post more next week on the Montreal freelancers’ victory in the lawsuit vs the Gazette, Southam, CanWest, et al. So, look for that, all you six people who visit this site.

In the meantime, maybe you haven’t seen this, but here’s a link to “Gagnon Friday” posts on my previous blog site: http://mruttan.ca/mruttan.ca/blog/labels/Gagnon%20Friday.html

More faces, this time drawn with fellow artist and bon vivant Rick Gagnon, during our weekly soirée at the Cock N’ Bull bar. Above it’s my worst enemy, the phony film director guy who wants me to work for him for no money. He’s not at all like the real directors I know, who actually make films.

Rick had brought a book of War Comics with him, so business guy below got a prison camp background. Slave labour is good business sense!

This cool profile below I asked Rick to ink as quickly as he could. It turned out pretty good:

Two bar characters. The guy in front looked different when I drew him. Now he looks like Tom Hanks. But that’s the kind of thing that happens when you’ve got another hand interpreting your scribbles:

I love the impression of “Tony” the colourful busboy guy, in behind. Rick skipped his pen early on, making that stroke across Tony’s forehead. He wanted to make it into a sombrero, but I think that would have been tragic. Great blacks spotted in this pic as well. I’m still learned how to add the blacks.

Sadly, Rick will be in New York next week, slumming and having drinks with Dirty Danny Hellman, while I starve away back here in Montreal. So, no Gagnon Fridays next week. I’ll have to work my own drawings for a while.

More pics drawn collaboratively at the Cock N’ Bull bar on Friday night. Sadly, my friend Marr wasn’t there, but Rick and I drew some choice items. The one above, by both of us, based on the John Carpenter movie, makes me smile every time I look at it.

Then there’s Erich Von Stroheim, drawn by me, and expertly inked by Rick.

Remember: Obey! Consume! and Sleee-p.