10
Years Ago (revisited)
There have been some excellent responses to the
back-to-basics comic meme that Amber tagged me for earlier this
month. I've added my response to
the "Miscellaneous Strips" area of the Comics section,
and there's a list of links to everyone else's ten-panel responses
at the bottom of the strip.
I'll keep
updating the list as new strips come to hand, but
for now there are seven other ten-panel reflections of what people
were doing ten years ago. Enjoy the great nostalgic taste, why
don't you? And if you spot one in your online travels, drop
us a line in the comments and tell us about it.

Comics!
Games!
In a bid to avoid getting any real work done
or doing anything genuinely important or helpful, I've been playing
about with this site a bit, adding some new stuff to the comics
and design/animation pages - stuff that's been lying around for
a while but I just never got around to uploading. Until now.
So there's a whole bunch of new comics in the
Comics section, including:
- A new bit called "Miscellaneous
Strips", featuring
stuff like the "Attack of the Vampire Sock" strip that was published
in Black Dog Books's Short this year, as well as comics
about trams, doughnuts and faux-philosophical observations
- The Rude Boy "Got
Any Chandler" strip that appeared
last year in Conceived on a Tram
- A new bit featuring The Godlings, including easy-to-follow
links to the seven-part story I did for Comic
Artist Rehab back
in April (to be honest, wordpress doesn't seem to be very well
set up to archive comic strips, so this way of doing it is better,
I reckon)
I've also finally worked out how to get "Apples
from the Sky" online. It's a flash game I made as part of the multimedia
course I did at RMIT back in 2003/04. It's got The Godlings in
it. There's a little cartoon too, and actual devotional chanting.
And monkeys.
So yeah. A few new bits and pieces for wasting
time at work. I shouldn't be the only person who gets
good procrastination mileage out of this site...

10
years ago...





Written in response to Amber meme-tagging
me last month to draw ten panels about ten years ago in one sitting
- no pencil, no computer, no planning, no starting again if you
make a mistake. Just draw, scan, publish.
And now, to complete
the circle, I'm tagging alicia, kirrily, mandy and
anthony.

Jutchy
sightings!
Recent evidence that Jutchy
Ya Ya actually exists
in the real world and not just my bungalow can be found on a not-so-recent
entry at Simon
Gray's Web Candy, the livejournal of Adelaide
zine maven Simon Gray.
Further evidence can be found in the
most recent edition of the superlative Erinsborough
Exploits, which
takes the cast of Neighbours and defies expectation by
putting intelligent and funny words into their mouths. It seems issue
36's anti-Facebook rant struck a chord with the Exploiters.

That's Jane Hall there, complimenting my zine.
I've had a crush on her since All Together
Now. You do the math.
A mini-subscription to of EE can be
had by posting five well-concealed dollars to PO Box 4201, Melbourne,
Victoria, 3001, or you can download a .pdf of issue 16 from Undergrowth.

Moses
and M.O.D.O.K.
I've got two more diagrams in the latest issue
of Diagram.
I haven't been able to crack it for an actual poem yet, but I sure
do know what they're looking for in a schematic.
One's called "Exodus:
The Making of a Miracle" and
the other's called "Snap
Figure Together as Shown". The former is from a book about
UFOs and the latter is from the packaging of an action figure.
Seeing the instructions from a plastic superhero
toy on such a literary website gives me the same kind of thrill
I got this Saturday past from the session I hosted at the Emerging
Writers Festival, in which Shane
McCarthy and I got to talk for an hour solid about Batman and
the Transformers.
Mashin' up the highbrow and the lowbrow, that's
me.

Tagged.
Simmone
Howell has hit me with one of those blog
meme things that I often ignore, but this one is kind of interesting.
The deal is you find the nearest book, turn to page 123, find the
fifth sentence and then copy out the next three sentences, then
pass it on.
Okay. The book is Gilgamesh,
a new English translation by Stephen Mitchell.
So maybe a little context? Gilgamesh and Enkidu
are out in the Cedar Forest just about to fight the monster Humbaba,
who is the guardian of the forest. Humbaba's just given the two
heroes a piece of his mind and told them exactly how he's going
to kill them, and Gilgamesh is wondering whether this whole kill-the-monster
thing was such a good idea after all.
Simmone has added a bit extra to the meme, asking
all memers to nominate what - if any - reading material is in their
smallest room (ie the loo). I'm a loo-reader from way back, so
I'll cop to the following:
- The Mammoth book of Space Exploration and
Disasters
- The latest issue of
unusual work
- A pocket-sized black & white collection of the
first four Avengers comics
I'll be tagging the following folks: alicia
sometimes, amoir,
David Nichols, David
Prater and Lili
Wilkinson.
PS - Enkidu and Gilgamesh totally kick Humbaba's arse, by the
way.

Emerging.
So it's Emerging Writers Festival time again.
Five years and counting now. A celebration of writers who are on
their way. A time and a place set aside for writers to gather and
inspire each other. A festival that one could easily walk away
from with a new sense of purpose and some concrete ideas of how
to fulfil that purpose.
I'm pleased to be on the program in a facilitatory
capacity, sitting down with WA-based comic writer Shane
McCarthy to discuss in detail the processes involved in reinventing Batman
baddie The Riddler, who Shane took from being just some guy in
goofy green bequestionmarked tights to a sophisticated and suave
master criminal.

Said transformation took place on the pages of
Legends of the Dark Knight issues 185-189 back in 2005.
We're going to be looking closely at the way it all came about
in a session called "From Here to There - Reinventing the
Riddler". It's
on at 12.30pm on Saturday 10 May in the Melbourne Room
of the Melbourne Town Hall right there on the corner of Swanston
and Collins Streets. In Melbourne.
Even if there wasn't an hour-long conversation
about comics in the offing (which there is) it'd still be a pretty
damn good looking program. But
don't take my word for it - check it out for yourself at www.emergingwritersfestival.org.
 A
very poetic weekend.
I've got a poem in the latest issue
of Snorkel. It's called The
Thing. It was nice to get the email
from the Snorkel editors this weekend past, while the
very first Harmonic Threads poetry festival was happening in nearby
downtown Castlemaine, courtesy the Australian
Poetry Centre. It made for a very poetic weekend, and more
than made up for the fact that I didn't win the festival's $500-first-prize
poetry competition, which I didn't really think I was going to
anyway, and don't mind at all
that I didn't, because to be honest it was a bit of a stretch
to claim that the poem was actually about the requisite theme of
climate change, but still.
I didn't get out to as many festival events as
I would have liked to - these days I'm a dad first, poet second,
and 18-month-olds aren't known for getting their own dinner or
putting themselves to bed. I did manage to catch some spoken word
from Jayne Fenton-Keane and
the dynamic duo of Sean
M. Whelan and Emilie
Zoey Baker,
and then, a day later, a discussion about poetry and spirituality
from Robert Adamson, Lorna
Crozier and Sam
Hamill.
The thing that sticks in my
mind from the former is the phrase "sweat in the plasma
of my lamenting crucible" (make of that what you will) and
the spectacular whistling solo from a mysterious guest-star cowboy.
The thing that sticks in my mind from the latter is the amazing
way that Robert Adamson fidgeted in his seat as he sat between
the two American guests - tucking and untucking one leg underneath
himself, passing his fingers through his long, white hair, sighing
explosively and dropping his head forward. Amazing stuff.
Oh yeah, and the poetry was pretty good too.

Short
Today I got my copy of Short in the
post. It's an anthology for younger readers edited by the lovely
Lili Wilkinson, featuring work by Simmone
Howell, alicia sometimes,
Steven Herrick, Andy
Griffiths and Lucy
Sussex. My contribution
to Short is a little comic called 'Attack of the Vampire Sock'
(you had to be there) starring your friend and mine, The
Fish.
I'm very
pleased to be sharing the pages with the above-mentioned shining
lights of literature, but what gives me even more pleasure is
the chance to rub publication shoulders with the genius behind
what can only be described as my new favourite
superhero ever. 
Pickle Man!
Created by Year 7 student Connor
O'Brien (back when he was in Grade 5, no less), Pickle Man's tale
is the tale of an irradiated pickle who triumphs over prejudice and
the adversity of his situation to become the premier crime-fighter
of his generation.
And if that's not enough to get
you down to the bookstore with your readies
in your hand, all proceeds from the sales of Short will go towards
Big Brothers
Big Sisters, an organisation that matches mentors
and role-models with young people who need them.
Now you can fill that a sentient
radioactive crime-fighting pickle shaped hole in your life and
make a young person's life better by doing it. How often does that
opportunity come around? Surely not more than three or four times.
Surely.
 Rehabilitated
I uploaded my final four panels to Comic Artist
Rehab a couple of days ago, and now it's time for the traditional
exit interview and the introduction of the next
batch of artists.
The Rehab cycle continues, as it were. If you want to read all
seven of my strips in sequence, you can just use the Adam
Ford tag to do so. You can also use the Neal
Blanden, Adi
Firth or Sam
Twyford-Moore tags, if you're so inclined.
I have to say that was a lot of fun, and
it took me places I was resistant about going to, but I went there
and it wasn't so bad as I had thought it might be. In fact it was
pretty cool getting all pen-and-inky for the first time in freakin'
ages.
Okay, I missed the deadline by a day on two separate
occasions, but I claim parenthood as an excuse for that, and Rehab
viewers were adequately compensated by pictures of monkeys punching
dinosaurs on both occasions.
Speaking of which, I've had three submissions
to Monkey
Punch Dinosaur since my call for contribution, so
we're now officially only 17 monkeypunches from 100 in total, with
more to come. Stay tuned.
Jutchy
Ya Ya - khit-laeo-ko-chai-hai
You know, sometimes my ability to take a very
long time to do something that shouldn't really take as long as
it regularly does surprises even me. This latest Jutchy Ya
Ya sent me so far down the tunnel of delayed zine shame that
there were times I thought I was never coming back.

But come back I did, and with
me I brought the thirty-sixth edition of Jutchy Ya Ya,
which I like to think of as "the grumpy old complainy man"
issue.
So if you're up for reading about
why I think Facebook sucks and how I would fix Scrabble, reminiscing
about Darryl Hall and John Oates, musing about the point of genre
fiction, exploring the world of origami robots and bagging out
popular zines, you could do much worse than checking out the zines
section for
an electronic approximation of the publication in question.
Those of you who like your zines
tangible in a paper kind of way are invited, as always, to send
me "something interesting" via the
email or the post (which I will
tell you how to do when you email me), in return for which I will
mail you a copy.
Bonus points to anyone who can translate
for me the no-doubt weighty phrase that the young ladies on this
issue's cover (pictured above) are singing (that's not a trick
question - I have no idea what it means).
Counting
to 100
I'm not sure if you knew this, but since mid-2006
I've been running another website on the side, a little picture-blog
called Monkey Punch Dinosaur. It's an attempt to take the only
good thing about Peter Jackon's pointless King Kong remake
(ie, a 45-minute fight between three T-Rexes and a giant ape)
and run with it. I'm pretty happy with how it's worked
out so far.

To
date 82 pictures of monkeys punching dinosaurs have been uploaded,
among them contributions from web-luminaries like Chris
Sims,
Jeffrey
Brown,
alicia
sometimes, David
Blumenstein and Andrew
Fulton.
MPD has also garnered some favourable reviews
from diverse sources ranging from Entertainment
Weekly and metafilter to
the Belgian humour magazine Humo (which
is how I came across the phrase "een aap een dinosaurus een lel
verkoopt").
But all good things, as they say. It's time to
pack the monkeypunches away and make room on the internet for
something else (people punching bears, maybe, or kittens dressed
like ninjas, or - hey, how about people dressed like ninja kittens
punching people dressed like bears in sexy nurse costumes?) and
in an attempt to keep things neat in a base-ten kind of way, I've
decided to bring the total number of monkeypunches to a round 100.
Right now we're 18 punches short of that centennial
goal. That's where you come in. I want you to draw a picture of
a monkey punching a dinosaur and send it to me. It's easy. Just
follow the three golden rules:
1) There must be monkeys and dinosaurs.
2) There must be punching.
3) The monkey is the puncher and the dinosaur the punchee.
Once we
crack the tonne the doors are closed for good, so get in now
while there's still time. Level of drawing ability is no obstacle,
as some of my own contributions should
prove. Send your monkeypunches
to adamatsya@gmail.com and
watch the countdown from 18 to 0 right here as the final entries
go live. 
Going
Down Swinging launch
Okay here's the full extent of what is the haps
for the launch of Going Down Swinging 26, which counts
the audio version of 'The Battle of Clarendon Street' (starring
Bud Tingwell) among its contents. Which is one, but
not the only, reason I mention this gig. There's a lot of good
writey stuff on the bill, so if you've a spare Tuesday coming up
next week, and you're going to be in Melbourne, you could definitely
do worse.
On the night in question you'll be treated to
readings and performances from Matthue Roth (New York), Tim Richards,
Emilie Zoey Baker, Anna Leibzeit, Jen Jewel-Brown & Declan Kelly
and Carolyn Connors.
There'll also be a screening of the oft-mentioned-hereabouts
'The Battle of Clarendon Street' in glorious black & white & red,
music by Mal Webb and grooves courtesy DJ bP.
Copies of issue #26 will be available on the
night, and so will the ultra-limited edition version of said issue,
which includes 30 hardback copies of the mag with a bonus fold-out
section featuring art by street artists Tom Civil, HaHa, Vexta,
ghostpatrol and Miso.
It's all on at the legendary Northcote Social
Club (that's 301 High Street, Northcote) between 8pm and 10.30pm
on Tuesday 25 March. Might see you there, hey?

Podcast: Vowels (and some other bits)
Vowels is a lovely little collection
of five silent comic short stories by Western
Australian artist Skye Ogden. I had a chat to alicia
sometimes about the book on RRR last week, and
as always it's podcasted here - now in the spanky new podcast box
there on the right.

In other news the comics
rehab experiment seems
to be going well - I've revisited the kids from The
Godlings, this
time hand-drawn (for the most part) and I'm really enjoying the
commitment to having something finished by a set time. Three strips
in and I haven't missed a deadline yet (touch wood).
When it's been a while since I've actually sat
down to write something, I
always forget about that amazing zone that you can find yourself
in, where the simple act of putting pen to paper, or finger
to key, stimulates the creative juices in a way that just does
not happen in any other circumstance. No matter how many notes
I jot down, or ideas I incubate in my head, or conversations I
have, the way ideas flow when
I'm actually writing is an entirely different, more exciting
and more creative beast altogether.
 Going into Rehab
I'm one of the four comic drawerers in round
five of Amber Carvan's Comic
Artist Rehab thingo. It's a comic-drawing
blog where four people commit to writing, drawing and uploading
a four-panel comic every four days for four weeks.
The mathematically astute among you will note
that that's seven four-panel comics, for a total of 28 panels by
the end of March.
Joining me for the month of March will be three
other comickers: Neale, Adi and Sam. I'm pretty sure Neale
is Neale
Blanden, whose comics I've been reading for years. I don't
think I know the other two, but we'll all get to see each other's
comics soon enough.
I'm a bit nervous about it, to be honest. The
plan was to trick myself into making some new comics by
working to a set deadline. We'll see if this is an
effective strategy or not soon enough.
My first entry is due
March 3. That's just over three days to come up with something.
Well, I've always said that fear and guilt are great motivators
for me. Let's just test that theory out, shall we?

Some Stuff what I Wrote
28th February 2008
Some stuff what I wrote is in the latest issues
of Meanjin and Going Down Swinging. Which is
nice.
The latest issue of Meanjin is
a double issue combining Vol. 66, no. 4 AND vol. 67, no. 1. Straddling
the years, as it were. It's the Summer Reading Issue and it's running
a short story of mine called "She Called Up Her Mind's Fire And
Watched Him Burn", about grief, jungles, pyrokinesis and the perceived
validity of the "real world" (check ME out with my high-falutin'
thematic concerns, hey?).
The story is accompanied by the latest
iteration of The NeoPulp
ManiFesto, kind of as a job lot. A theory
and practice coupling, if you will. Going Down Swinging 26 is also out this
Autumn, reverting back to its familiar book + CD format after its
recent dalliance into book-only and CD-only territory. The CD portion
of issue 26 leads off with "The Battle of Clarendon Street", a
false history of the late-1800s civil war in South Melbourne, which
is basically the audio from the short
film of the same name.
It's
the first time I've been published on a spoken
word CD, and the fact that it's not actually my voice saying
the words adds a strange irony to this debut.
I'm not sure about the particulars of any
launches of Meanjin in the near future, but the folks
at GDS are
putting on a launch party at the Northcote Social Club
on 25 March, which will feature a rare screening of "The Battle
of Clarendon Street" (well, there have only been three to date
since the film was made back in 2005) as well as much spoken
word and literary revelry as can be fit into a small but desirable
High Street pub.
More details as they arise.
Me and Mister Micallef
I suppose it's the Australian way, the slow start
to the year. You know - Christmas bleeds into New Year, bleeds
into a week at the beach, then a kind of meandering resumption
of work followed shortly by another week away - this time heading
down south to Tasmania - and by then February is well underway
and you're about ready to tackle the no longer particularly new
year in something resembling earnest.
I'm not sure I can guarantee earnestness per
se, but I'm hoping that there will be some candour and revelation
on Saturday the 16th of February at 8pm at the Abbotsford Convent,
when I will be pleased to take the stage beside comedian and raconteur
Shaun Micallef as part of the Writers
at the Convent writers festival.

(That's
not me on the left. That's Lady Di.This is a different conversation.) Shaun will be familiar to many of you as the
man behind such comedic televisual gems as The Micallef P(r)ogram(me),
Micallef Tonight, Welcher and Welcher, and Newstopia. I
will be familar to you as the man behind this website. Together
we will create 'In Conversation
with Shaun Micallef' in the very Library of the Abbotsford Convent
itself.
Tickets are
$15 and $13 concession, available from the Malthouse Theatre
- details are online at www.malthousetheatre.com.au.
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