"I Think A Seahorse Barfed Up His Organs In Our Bathtub"
Annabelle wrote these words on a piece of paper and handed it to me while I was on the phone. I had…
Crown of Creation
Trippin' down memory lane. I have to pay tribute to this album --I used to listen to it all the…
What A Day!
Jubilant. Moved. Can't keep my mascara on. Impossible to work. Can't put it into words. Wi…
Rap For MLK Day
It’s Monday morning And I’m still a snoozin Didn’t set the alarm Now daylight I’m losin I’m sleepin…
Am I Becoming One Of Them?
I'm beginning to worry about me lately. My resistance to the whole librarian thing is breaking…
What Winter Has Reduced Me To
Wow I can't believe how good the bowl of tomato soup I just had was! It was so good I can't…
These Crows Make Me Happy
Omigod, I found the crows, the "counting crows" from Sesame Street. About ten years ago, …
Art Jumping
This man is jumping in an art museum. There is an entire blog devoted to people jumping in art mus…
The Upper Right-Hand Position of January 2009
What's that fishman pouring into the clouds? I hope it's not more "wintry mix". …
About me
Hi I'm Simone, my nickname is Mony and I create Monybaloney -- cartoons, videos, ramblings, etc...made from mechanically separated suspect meats. Welcome to my blog, where pandeMONYum ensues!
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Come Hither October
Or as the winos would say, "Come Over October."Come Over October is a so-called movement wherein you're s…
Facts About Colors
Look around. There is no escaping color. It is ubiquitous. Yet what does it all mean? Below is color explained.
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The Physics Of A Falling Coffee Cup
On Tuesday this incredible thing happened at work. I didn't think such a thing was possible. The laws of falling bo…
Hello Seattle!
The plane that brought me to Seattle. I just love the face on the Alaska Airlines logo.
The snow storm hit before we …
The snow storm hit before we …
Van Gogh When No One's Looking
The day will come, my friend, when art will no longer be kept in square cages. It will weave seamlessly through various…
How come their street got plowed and ours didn't?
This is reminiscent of the winter of 2011, when I wrote a tongue-in-cheek gripe about the plows forgetting us that got…
