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noticed we love
what we do

We are interdisciplinary zealots dedicated to blending creativity and code, philanthropy and commerce. Each of us is equal parts nonprofit patron, arts nerd, and tech junkie. We love what we do, and we love what our clients stand for. We are collaborative, inventive, inspired.

Meet the Team


Katelyn says the best of all chemistry constants is 6.02x10 to the 23rd power, and who are we to argue? A rare combination of mathematician, athlete, and artist, she holds a master’s degree in accountancy, runs marathons for fun, and plays the heck out of Chopin’s Revolutionary Étude for piano. When Katelyn's not managing our operations, she enjoys walking her dog, reading tiny dictionaries, and making lemon macaroons. She once broke a picnic table with her head and she's a fan of words, Warren Buffett, and the number 20,710.


Some of us suspect Kory is part robot, but since we rightfully fear robots, we're afraid to ask him if it's true. A real genius and clean code devotee, he drives FORM's programming and makes magic of the web. He's also one heck of a baker, guitar player and Apple junkie. He owns a bacon-scented air freshener and microwaveable pasta boat. He is digitizing his entire DVD collection (he's up to the Gs). There is enough music in Kory's iTunes library to provide astronauts a non-stop soundtrack for 9.3 trips to the Moon.


Steve is a supersmart, mostly pleasant guy with a penchant for sardonic vinyl toys and Diet Coke. He's an ardent music lover, and though his recent tastes skew toward post-modern shoegaze, he once willingly attended an Air Supply concert. It is rumored that he has quite a high IQ, which is plausible but unconfirmed by MENSA. Ever plagued by the notion that his brother is funnier and more popular, Steve is a lifelong overachiever. A serial early adopter, he is so enamored with technology that, though surrounded by the latest gadgetry, can’t part with his robust laser disc collection.


Megan’s 3rd grade, one-woman performance of Annie Get Your Gun drew crowds to the backyard. When she's not working on digital marketing for FORM, she enjoys planning charcuterie boards and elaborate theme parties. She prefers the time-step to the single-foot wing and once ran through downtown Tishomingo to rescue Blake Shelton’s dog. Though she does not like the looks of calamari she is a big fan of storytelling, camembert, and the Jonas Brothers. Megan arrived in Cleveland from Nashville with a cup of ambition. Because, Dolly.


When Emily isn't managing our projects, she's busy neglecting house plants, sketching ex-boyfriends' cars, and crushing on Monty Don. She tries to grow vegetables and has eaten 730 cupcakes. A creative spirit and self-described lovey-person, Emily is a big fan of romcoms and keeps a beautiful, hand-drawn record of all the flowers her husband has given her. She knows how to collect honey from bees, can make a perfect frosting curlicue while dancing to Pitbull, and has a knack for finding the most inconvenient Airbnbs.


Josh is one of the few people we know who has lived in a shipping container. On purpose. Twice. When he's not leading FORM's design team or blushing about his pile of AIGA awards, he is probably communing with nature or learning to tie a fly. He once led a clandestine effort to poster Frankfurt with messages of work-life-balance. His doodling and handwriting are so geometrically perfect that some say he uses The Force to conjure it. He is the second-tallest FORMie, which comes in handy when retrieving Kory's errant Nerf darts. He loves stuff like outer space, red shoes, sriracha sauce, and Tycho.


Michael is a man of few words and many board games (150, to be exact). In addition to writing code for FORM, Michael is a proficient hackeysack-er and skilled MIG welder. He does not recommend sleeping in a 2004 Ford Taurus before running a full marathon. He keeps a mysterious blackbird on his desk, is a proud descendant of Johnny Appleseed, and likes dogs named after pastries.


As a child, Hannah was a noted marker artist, 4th chair trumpeter, and passionate porcelain cat collector. She was often in trouble for talking in class and named her toys with only adjectives. Studying in Europe, Hannah found that DaVinci’s Annunciation is larger in real life and that identifying shower gel from hand lotion is tricky when you can’t read Italian. When she's not designing for FORM, she enjoys live concerts, cafe mocha, and carving elaborate designs into pumpkins. Except for the Harry Potter logo. Because, come on, the letter “P” is so hard to carve into a pumpkin.


As a child, Rachel admired the knife skills of Jacques Pépin. Today, she enjoys inventing new taco toppings and putting Old Bay on everything. She became a master of the bassoon because of her distaste for saxophones, and eventually performed Verdi’s Requiem for a PBS documentary in Prague. When she's not connecting with FORM clients, she sometimes sews puppets with no eyes, prays to St. Anthony for her lost Roku remote, and plays drums to Radiohead. She’s a big fan of public media, minimalism, and melancholia.


Ashleigh tells us that, though deep-fried worms taste like potato chips, her favorite food is frosting. A dedicated saxophonist, she has performed a halftime routine wearing only one shoe. When she’s not writing code, she's quarterbacking, scrapbooking, or playing Led Zeppelin on her Fender Cyclone. Though she was once mistakenly detained for grand theft auto, she is the proud and legally titled owner of a vintage Geo Metro. She’s a big fan of baking, bottle caps, and classic horror films.


Though confused by long division and cooking, Teresa can ideate, illustrate, and envisage like nobody's business. She is a trained goldsmith and pines for planishing hammers like most girls pine for shoes. She once met all of Pink Floyd, counted 17 shooting stars, and was seriously injured by a pot pie. When she's not directing FORM's design, she is probably etching silver, wandering around Utah, or smelling old books. She likes downtempo Icelandic compositional ambient music and spooning with her dog, Hugo.


Desktop Friday

An hour
to create.

The creative brainpower is palpable when the studio stops for Desktop Friday, an exercise designed to reset our creativity. A random topic. An hour to create. Who will crack under pressure? Who will lose it all in an epic crash? Who will go rogue and design in Play-Doh?

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Someone Said

Overheard and out of context. Hang around with us long enough, and you might find something you said posted here, too:

He's magic. He's practically a leprechaun.

What don't you think should be converted into a fish tank?

A person can be positive, AND also inappropriate.

Your sweat smells like Dolce & Gabbana.

I had some chicken wings in my car that I was going to give you. 

Whoa! That's the monkey!

It'll be in the Someone Said that's in your heart.

No. They don't have have budget for robots.

What did you walk over here like Stone Cold Steve Austin for?

I just blew my nose in my notes.

I'm sorry I'm not a sock connoisseur.

I've been thinking about that wolf tie.

I don't know who you think you are, coming up in here with a taco.

It's dark and gloomy with zombies, but I think I'll keep my sunglasses on.

This is too helpful.


All caps, all the time.

I said something about sausage, but I don't remember what it was.

It's like an easy bake oven for adults who like chicken.

What's that band? 100 Haircuts?

It smells like the 80s.

Her abs look like a turtle shell.

You do seem like the type of guy who'd drink pickle juice.

It's like The Sixth Sense, but with tacos.

It's a pickle wearing a cape; I think it's self-explanatory.

Move. You're where my Diet Coke goes.

Oh, sorry! I'll just rewrite the Web.

'M', as in Machu Picchu.

Beige is not an image.

It's a torsional thing.

Something is wrong with the server.

This phone call is messing up my hair.

I only got to Utah before I quit.

Is that a convertible hearse?

Acknowledge my math!

It works!

Is that horse wearing shorts?

Is this the collective smell of humanity?

It's like a pair of pants, for your car.

Lower case "m" is the best letter.

Oooh, it's propagating!

This is not your grandmother's website!

It looks, feels, and smells great!

Why'd you put me out like that about the Lion King?

You reach into your heart and pull out a potholder.

Look at the eyes on that Red-Legged Honeycreeper!

The wild cheeses grow aplenty here.

You wanna do hot dogs Friday?

Wait 'til I get this gas station food, then order in.

(with sadness) I hate Internet Explorer.

Those stupid little pickles.

It's broken.

Gettin' mean... in a nice way.

It's like, the Jedi.

Steve, let's go somewhere, just you and me.

Internet Explorer is ruining this.

How would you get DNA from Elvis?

It's too sausagy.

The 80's called and they want their wine back.

Stop counting the dents in my can of food.

I'm going to look up thesaurus in the dictionary.

I've never seen the 80s.

Michael do you want something pumpkin-spiced?

I've been here before - I was looking for a baby!

It should be a little Burt Reynolds.

I got this whole thing of Silly Putty stuck on my sleeve.

I'm not at a place in my heart where I can eat a bear.

I don't think real cowboys do this much ironing.

No, YOU need megadoses of vitamin D.

...And that is why you don't wear sandals to Blossom.

That's why I'm walking away while you look at pictures of Rob Van Dam.

This knob makes me want to get drunk.

It's like a clown car of drawers.

I just keep making ears by accident.

(with sarcasm) Yeah, I can't solve a three-year-old's bee jokes.

I'd try human. (on the topic of cannibalism)

Is hot dog one word or two?

I was working, until I got distracted by this Madonna song.

I can still smell Steve.

I'm programming in my head.

One time I set myself on fire.

I’m getting a full-on chest plate tattoo of FORM riding on the back of a magical unicorn to show my appreciation.

An ice cream truck drove through this design.

PBS is very : colon-y.

It reminds me of an old calculator.

Facebook's telling me I'm fat.

How much bread would it take to feed a scorpion for a week?

IE is the DMV of the Internet.

I'm just not used to Kory wearing pants.

C'mon. Lemme see your turkey burgers.

I keep thinking about that wolf tie.

Sassy Cap'n McBeef O'Brady

You just have to hope for the best until it doesn't happen.

I'm out here changing the Internet.

I bought a Chewbacca shirt but I keep forgetting to wear it.

That horse looks like Burt Russel Crowe.

That's just how I like my mugs: Cheap and Swiss.

I'm sitting down here with Hot Popcorn Hands.

If it's not moist, I'm not interested in having it thrown on my desk.

Why is there a piece of cheese in my purse?

It doesn't work in Safari.

Did you say "jQuery" or "Katie Perry"?

Squirrels don't have pants.

Remember when you threw décor at me?

I'm thinking like four, maybe five steps ahead of you.

How am I supposed to get through my workday when I have to take care of all these tiny people in my phone?

I know how I like my files: Large.

Eating peaches with a spoon stinks.

It's too Skynrdy.

Never get into a fistfight with a puppeteer.

I don't want to chase the red sweater. I just want to buy the red sweater.

I'd rather be Garamond than Papyrus.

I'm wing-dingin' it.

Steve's probably listening to Fiona Apple.

If the Long Island Medium were here, she'd freak out.

It doesn't work in IE.

I don't like wearing pants.

It's like if I had muscles but with quarters.

I can tell by the look on your face that you're not going to be of any help.

I feel like I just try too much sometimes.

Was that Rod Stewart?

These people drive like animals.

Did you just raise the roof on jQuery?

I dropped a pickle chip and it got caught in the wheels of my chair.

Come and get it, Sammy Hagar!

No cults or dying, please. It's Friday.

I don't recall there being an h in leprechaun.

I'd go to a goat rodeo.

I'm gonna rock that perm!

I can't juggle a fish, that's for sure.

My middle toe went numb and I thought I had something in my shoe.

Please ignore me collating behind you.

I've never had much luck with rabbits.

My version of a beard is a hat.

They're switchin' browsers and clearin' cookies!

Are we going to a place I can wear slippers?

400 pounds plus adrenaline, and I could flip a car, easy.

Must. Resist. Cacao.

I'm trying to use your design elements but I'm not sure I like them.

Have you heard about the whaler-pirate guy?

I had a pencil sharpener shaped like a boat.

Beige is not a color.

Teresa, you haven't given me an answer, you've only given me s*!%.

Try not to make it too caskety.

It's too Skittly.

I don't foresee whales having cell phones.

I can handle a lot of Jeff Bridges in one movie.

Location ID = 23 Bread Bowl = False (AKA: The Breadbowl Module is Broken.)

I'm no stranger to a rotten banana.

You look at your astronaut food. I'm gonna work.

Your hat smells like bologna.

I switched to the California Raisins pillowcase last night.

Look at his bag of hot dog boxes on the floor!

I'm not giving my money to YouTube. YouTube is all horsey and gross.

Why is the llama-cam shaking?

I wanna smell how cold it is.

My goal is to live until 2085.

I didn't want to spend $40 on a banana costume.

I am the ghost of Tractor Supply Company. (spooky voice)

Fancy code is the only kind I write.

Don't come at me with your popcorn problems.

In Belgium, there's a tax for things that are too multitasky.

Murderer at nine o'clock!

You're the Sherlock Holmes of the digital age.

Let's see, so the chicken goes in the middle...

There's a lot of outer space.

What can I say? I have uncontrollable eyebrows.

Batteries? Seriously? What is this, 1985?

Are pigs becoming extinct?

I think I'm gonna have to set something on fire.

It's like, the future.

Well, we have mustaches upstairs.

We have flippage!

The meatball machine is broken.

I just wanna eat this sandwich.

No amount of money is worth your husband having a mustache.

Long story short... I'm a genius, and we don't need a new Roomba.

I want the whole tomato.

You're always picked last and your pasta smells.

Our sponsors are our butter, our members are our bread.

Rhinos are a big deal.

1-2-3 Cheeseburger Lane!

It's not urgent, aside from the building being on fire.

It's like a statue of my dog with a mustache on it.

It wasn't like that a minute ago.

Can I be Josh for Halloween?

Those weren't professional quality mustaches.

If this were a book, I would totally read it.

I'm going to pull out the Real Joe Pesci Hat.

You see that giant hot dog?

You can't ship pickles.

It's like Top Chef, but with vodka.

I wish I could draw RoboCop.

The air doesn't taste like pancakes!

There is no reason for Bob Evans.

This sushi is quite delicious. If you like the taste of death.

Activate the chicken!

I can't wait to put that on a T-shirt.

I just smelled fries in my head.

Helvetica Light makes me think you're lying.

Salad's nasty.

That's why I don't eat it out of a can; I eat it out of a bag.

I'm bringing iFrames back.

They'll do anything for a ribbon and a hamburger.

Then I thought, why not just make it Helvetica?

But, Saul Bass already used all the good shapes.

I'm not trying to make my turnips rot you guys.

I'm dealing with some very important kangaroo things right now.

Can you Swissify it?

You can't out-do the fish with sneakers.

Well. I guess we're having stock photos for lunch.

The donut button isn't working.

I want a corn dog scented candle.

It was working a minute ago.

Always cut toward your innards.

There are four purses in my purse.

It's like, I read books, but I also party.

This tastes like Steve's car.

I don't want this bacon on here any more.

Entertainment Tonight is where dreams go to die.

I'm gonna make websites out of wood.

I've been to New Jersey?

There's wine on your motherboard.

If you had a hot dog roller and went shopping for sausages, things might change.

I'm sorry about the div.

I'll die if I smell like a hamster.

Pockets full of coffee.

Like, the food kind or the magical kind?

I've looked at that alpaca all day.

Emotionally, my hands are in my pockets.

I mean, how much Jeff Bridges can you have in one movie?

Steve, you should come look at these sandwich pictures.

I try not to have too many hobbies.

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