About / the person responsible

I keep making the joke bigger.

I’m Mack. I make tiny machines, printed worlds, suspicious merchandise, and jokes with enough rules to become infrastructure.

Small mechanical heroes project glowing stars across a playroom for their tiny doll friends.
A white corded guardian mecha inspired by the silhouette of a Komondor.
“If the joke has rules, it can become a world.”
The pile

There is a system in here somewhere

I like tiny machines, heroic infrastructure, printed junk, fan culture, and jokes that accidentally need 82 finished versions.

I bounce between playmats, character families, fake park posters, bootleg shirts, identity systems, and research tools. Usually I start with one dumb rule that feels promising, then keep going until the folder structure becomes alarming.

Things I can accidentally make on purpose

  • Worlds with rules and too many details
  • Characters that survive more than one pose
  • Posters, prints, playmats, and other flat objects
  • Strange merchandise with an actual system behind it
The highly scientific method

How the problem gets worse

01

Collect weird evidence

Scraps, dead formats, odd machines, overheard phrases, and the useful part of a bad idea.

02

Make it collide

Put two things together that should not share a room. Listen for the argument.

03

Overdo it

Make one. Then make enough that the joke develops rules, cousins, and a filing system.

04

Keep the good damage

Remove the confusion. Keep the fingerprints. Leave one small thing unexplained.

If your brief is clear, strange, or beautifully unreasonable, send it over. If it is only two of those things, we can probably fix that.

Tell me the weird part ↗
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