Mark Matcho
Life In These United Snakes
On Rejected Sketches
"Er, we won't be needing this one, thanks."
I never know why clients pick certain ideas over others. Sometimes they pass up some decent ones, though.

I always like to imagine that someday I'll arrive at the point where I can just dash off some e-mail that says, "Gentlemen: here is the sketch I'll be doing", and then I can fly to Bratislava or perhaps Contiki, have a spot of tea and write my memoirs, or stroll around in a smoking jacket and an ascot; aquire a collection of fine wristwatches.

In the meantime though, sometimes I'll pull one of the also-rans off the assembly line, set it aside and say, "I'm gonna do this one anyway, just for the hell of it", although I never actually do.
For the record, a more high-falutin Flash version of this sentiment can be found on my site, with the understanding that I'm defining "site" as a loosely-related framework of mostly non-functioning pages.
Tremble In Fear Before My Mighty Blogging Skills
Are you trembling yet? No? Well, that's because I haven't related my story of the grave insult I received at the hands of a callous Barista, yesterday. Or discussed, at length, the pros and cons of facial hair. Or bared my innermost thoughts on the subject of quality footwear. I've studied with some of the top blogging masters the world over, and I swear to hold a nation spellbound, now that I've finally found the perfect forum through which to channel my Blog Fu. Oh yes: like it or not, soon the world will learn my strange and terrible secrets. Well, soonish, anyway.
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