Trampled Underfoot
We nearly were. Roger and I went out Tuesday night to hear a blues band that he's heard people …
Excellent Junkyard Egyptian West-Bottomed Patty-Melted Weekend
Last Friday evening Roger and I went to the Nelson to see the new Egyptian exhibit. We saw an actua…
High On Chai
I just found out about this place yesterday. They opened a few weeks ago. I can't wait to try i…
Mony At Large
The sun is high and I've been getting out. That's what summer's all about. On July 8th …
Little Artists
Annabelle likes to freeze videos on YouTube and try to draw the cartoon characters. One of her favo…
A Summer Saturday Morning
Wake up. Reach for Tony Hillerman book. No, should sit quietly for a moment first, just listening. …
The Natives Were Restless
Sunday night before sundown, we took a drive west of town to look at some storm clouds that were h…
Grain Elevators, Waiting
Grain Elevator in Nekoma, Kansas Roger sat at the kitchen table this morning, bolts and nuts of al…
Is That Bjork In Your Pocket, Or Are You Just Glad To See Me?
This happened to me this morning: As a special Friday treat, I stopped by a coffeeshop on the way t…
Free Floating Phantasm
Okay, I've given myself a month to fart around and just be free. Now I should look for somethi…
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…
