I’m sure this one has a reasonable explanation.
free misjay
here misjay
However, I have absolutely no idea what it is. I’m going to pretend that this is a tool used by Miss Jay to teach America’s Next Top Models how to ride a bicycle on the runway. Any other ideas?
Thanks for the ad, Katherine!
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Yeah, staring at this and staring at this, and I got nothin’…
So…..in light of yesterday’s Don’t Suckage – congrats Windrose!!
Aw, CJ, thanks so much. 8)
Wow, they just barely got that picture taken on time. Any later and they would have missed this elusive… thing.
Like bigfoot, there are only a few confirmed sightings, and even less photographic evidence of this beautiful thing. But we here at the Thing-hunting Society of America (TSA, thinking about changing the acronym) are collecting such evidence in order to bring to light this elusive and wonderous… thing.
(Roommate One comes running into the house, slightly out of breath.)
“Dude! Dude, wake up!”
(Roommate Two, having fallen asleep on the couch watching TV and eating Cheetos, bolts upright in a cloud of bright orange dust.)
“Whaa?”
“Dude, I was out there, in the garage, and this thing just whooshed by!”
“Gaaa?”
“I was taking pictures, of the bucket of misjay, to put on CraigsList.”
“Uuuh…”
“I told you about that, I had some left over after the thing last week. Remember, when Roger drank a birdbath full of margarita and tried to hit on the neighbors’ swingset?
I was out there, taking the picture, when this thing came out of nowhere! It ran right in front of me and then vanished into that corner where we keep all the exercise equipment we never use anymore. It’s huddled behind the treadmill now!”
“Kahhh.”
“Well, I was going to ask an unreasonable amount, but I don’t want to go back out there with that thing out there, so I thought I would list it as free. That way, whoever comes and gets the thing will have to deal with that thing.”
“Peej.”
“Of course I’m not going to take another picture. That would require effort on my part.”
“Agggk.”
“You know, ever since you were bitten by that zombie, your conversation skills have really suffered.”
It’s posts like that which remind me why I
stalk youstalk you SJ.And posts like that remind me why I keep finding tubs of vintage cereal on my front porch.
*Shakes cereal box*
Anyone want a bowl of Quisp?
Did you get the truck I sent over? It may or may not be buzzing.
Funny thing, I parked it beside the RV and this morning there was nothing but hubcaps left. Weird.
Now I heard ominous violin music every time I walk past it.
Did somebody say Quisp???
Are you sure that’s a violin? I thought it was a theremin … the freakaliciously best instrument EVAR.
It could be a theremin; it’s hard to tell, what with the constant cawing of crows and intermittent bursts of thunder and lightning.
I made a theremin in my High School electronics course. We would wave our hands over it whenever our teacher would walk into the room to give him the appropriate ambiance.
He ended up stealing some of the core components to make us stop.
Oddly enough misjay isn’t even defined in the Urban Dictionary yet. I think I see an opportunity for the YSaC crew to create their own slang!
Yo man, you see dat misjay over dere?
Hell yeah, it’s got the hottest phlablekarts I’ve ever seen.
True man, I’d gertin that misjay’s impae any day of the week.
Pekle man, pekle.
(Dear gods, somebody make me some coffee!)
Is it weird that the more times I read that, the more it starts to make sense?
The more coffee in your system, the less sense it makes. Now that I’m coming down from the coffee buzz I find myself thinking:
“I’d like to flarble the misjay’s impae, myself. But I’m kinky that way.”
All too easily, I imagine Taco’s sentence in the mouth of either Ford Prefect or Zaphod Beeblebrox … tres D. Adams.
In response to the original post by Taco:
You sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? That’s one frood who really knows where his towel is.
Astro, if I wasn’t old enough to *cough* be your mom, I’d have a crush on you today.
It’s for Misjay, Sparky’s internet friend. Sparky noticed when he was
cyberstalkchecking up on her, that she seemed to have gained some weight in her latest Facebook profile page. Since Sparkyobsessescares deeply for Misjay, he wants to make sure she is healthy. Sparky would have brought it over to her house, butthe restraining ordercircumstances prevented.He’s going about this the wrong way then. Anyone knows that the best gift for
the woman you’re stalkingyour love is a truck full of bees. This guy obviously never took my class.Taco,
No one could ever take your class.
“Oh, no, they can’t take that away from me…”
Free Misjay! Or Miss Jay! Free the Mis Jay Three! Or however many of them there are! The man will not keep Misjay down! Or something! Hey, hey, LBJ, how many years you gonna hurt Misjay? What? LBJ is dead? Hmmm. Gotta regroup.
Steal this misjay!
All you need is Miss Jay!
Summer of Misjay!
Four misjay in Ohio!
I get by with a little misjay from my friends!
I haven’t even had caffeine yet, and don’t know where this neo-Sixties bit came from, particularly as I wasn’t born then. Hoo boy. Gonna be an interesting Monday …
I see that I’m not the only one who suffers from catatonic pre-caffeinated creativity. We should form a focus group, if indeed we’d ever remember to attend.
And if we did attend, we could never manage to focus.
Focus on what?
I think we could help each othe- OH SHINY! *Wanders off*
I have the hamster dance song as my earworm, if that tells you anything about my current head-state. I actually suspect that now that I have coffee, things will calm down. But for the moment, it’s New Zoo Revue time.
Do what I do: Frantically post until the caffeine kicks in. That’s the best way to create inspired snark… even if you don’t remember it.
It’s all out of focus
It’s all, baby, so unclear
It’s all out of focus
And nothing is revealed
Until the caffeine kicks in….
love,
Mick
I’ve got “Four Dead in Ohio” as an earworm, thanks to Lola.
It was “Our House” last week.
I just can’t get those damn hippies out of my head.
Sarajean, now I have “Our House” by Madness. I prefer that version.
The version of “Ohio” I’m hearing appears to be an acoustic version sung by Eddie Vedder, which would be fairly awesome if it was real and not in my head.
Lola, you seem a bit misjay-vious today.
It’s those three-day weekends, I guess. Haven’t had one in a while. Well, not during nice weather.
I still have a little TacoMind going on. I’m not sure if that is good or bad.
If you sit down, close your eyes, and drink a gallon of coffee it’ll pass*.
*Probably**
**misjay
{corey} It’s worth mentioning that sufficiently large quantities of coffee have a laxative effect, making it possible that the “misjay” would pass. Eventually. Would hurt like hell, though.{/corey}
{corey} Coffee also has a simultaneous constipatory effect that usually cancels out the laxitive effect. However, both effects are also catalystic with other foods. For instance, if you were to drink coffee and have bran flakes in the same morning (or gods forbid put coffee ON your bran flakes) you would experiene what is known as “Colon Blow”. Similarly coffee and doughnuts will often lead to increased constipation than having either one individually.{/corey}
*TacoMagic is an accredited poologist, with over 10 years of related poo research at the Institue of Applied Poo Sciences.
Hehe, Poop, Hehe.
Applied Poo Sciences?
There’s a science to that? I thought it was more of a chaotic, free-form sort of flinging thing.
*giggles*
Applied poo.
My father once told me that, back when he smoked, the best constipation cure ever was a cup of coffee and a cigarette. Wait ten minutes* … problem solved.
*Note: do not leave house during that time span.**
**While coffee brews, clear path to bathroom if necessary.
Lord John Colonblow? Wasn’t he in the British Navy? Spent long hours ruminating on the poop deck?
Where’s Capn’ when you need him?
Where, why, off trying to find gainful employ, as I ought must needs do.
Can’t find a Lord John, did find a Don Juan Colòn-Soplo, who was an Almirante-General whose fleet was lost of Los Puntos Estalla to causes unknown (but rumored to be mal de Británico).
Columbian roast with some hazelnut Kona to get my morning started.
Coleridge-Colonblow. Same difference….
Thanks for the historic /corey
Coleridge-Colonblow. Same difference
seems an odd Rime though.
It’s Monday. I only seriously consider dallying in Rimes around Thursday.
Personally, I’m a fan of Horatio Cornblower. That’s some good bathroom-time reading.
The only way I can translate “misjay” is from dyslexic Pig Latin.
And to that, I say EWWW.
OK – first Horatio Cornblower, then dyslexic Pig Latin…
My keyboard may never dry out, you fiends!
(Fritos and Expresso – Muy Bueno Asplode)
I think Dyslexic Pig Latin would be an AWESOME name for a band!
FTW
Tonight at the 40 Watt Club:
Dyslexic Pig Latin and special guest Muy Bueno Assplode, performing their new single “Fritos and Espresso.”
I don’t know what it is, but Lola you have me cracking up today. Twice now I’ve had a case of the giggles that I can’t stop after reading one of your comments. The more I try to stop laughing, the worse it gets. Clearly I need more sleep…
It’s their cat, Misjay, who has run out of the frame and gone behind all the buckets and crap to the right. Hence the blurred picture as they tried to follow her with the camera. Now they’re trying to call her back. “Here Misjay, here Misjay. Good Kitty!”
I can’t believe nobody is even close to what the true meaning is. It’s a pretty simple anagram:
Rise, Fey Jam
Jeer His Yam
Clearly, this indicates to her legions of followers that Tina Fey is preparing to abandon her lucrative television career and launch her oft-rumored jelly and jam business. In response, co-star Alec Baldwin, long rumored to be using acting solely as a platform for his political and culinary ambitions, will launch a rival line focusing on jellies from root-based vegetables. The health and fitness angle will be designed to take the wind out of the sails of Tina’s sweeter, more traditional and less healthy confections. Thus, the representation of the exercise bike signals to her brigadiers that they should take to their fitness activities in preparation for the launch.
I mean, really, guys. I know it’s a Monday, but that one was pretty cut and dried.
yeah…cut, dried and smoked…
😉
Something was smoked.
*Hits SJ with the Joke Hammer*
*Hits TM with Gallagher’s Watermelon Hammer*
And why isn’t IF sharing?
hmmph
*gets sledgehammer out of shed*
Yay, I’m participating!
Yeah! Free Misjay!
And Mumia! Free Mumia!
And Tibet! Don’t forget Tibet!
And while you’re at it, Leonard Peltier!
And Nelson Mandela! Free him, too! Wait. What now? Really? These bumper stickers really work?
FREE MISJAY!
I smell a grassroots movement getting started. Jock Itch Baggers anyone? Did I just say smell?
Nice graphic IF!
IF- My first reaction to your art was “Holy s%#t, that’s awesome.”
My second reaction was “Holy s%#t, you can post graphics in the comment box? This is either very great or very scary…”
F’n’ WIN.
It’s missing the word HOPE.
Seriously, I can see the website with this pic as the only thing on the page…except for in the corner, a radio button that you click on to donate to the cause.
I think trip expenses for a YSaC reunion are all but paid for now.
Thanks, dude.
Even here at the border, I got nothin’….
Keep alert. These transportation devices have been used to smuggle people and black market goods across borders. However, they are easy to catch, and so therefore aren’t usually considered dangerous. Though, the last one apprehended did wipe out on the discarded banana peel.
Here in UK land where apparently we can’t decisively elect a government and cannot even ensure that those entitled to vote get to vote ‘misjay’ has a special significance. If you are old enough to remember the hanging chads of Florida a misjay is the vote that would have been made had those queuing been able to vote in time before the 2200 deadline on Thursday 7th May (or had the polling stations brought with them sufficient ballot papers!). According to yesterday’s Sunday Times (which is always correct) the Conservatives needed ‘only’ another 16,000 votes to get an outright majority so maybe they’re issuing free misjays to everyone via Craigslist and in the next round they’ll win?
*this may or may not be true*
To be fair, decisively electing officials requires that at least one of them be worth voting for. Something that really hasn’t happened in the US since 1840.
(Those who recognize this election will notice that the presedent elect is one of my favorites, as I’ve mentioned many-a-time here*.)
(*At least once… probably.)
Without actually looking, I sure hope it’s William Henry Harrison!
*Highfives Dan*
Damn, I was guessing Van Buren.
That’s because he lasted only a month in office.
I see what you did there Taco.
“William Harrison, how to praise?
That guy was dead in thirty days.”
No! No! Harrison massacred the Native populous because it ‘seemed like a good thing to do’.
What, no love for my fave, TR?
Bully! I say, Bully!
Hey, if TR wants to be considered one of Taco’s favorite presidents he’s gotta go back an die in office. And assisination doesn’t count, it’s gotta be legitimate. Natural causes, autoerotic asphyxiation(Clinton was soooo close), or even choking to death on food (sorry Bush, maybe next time). And if he wants to be top rated he needs to be quick about it.
Indeed, Capn. In my book, TR trumps Harrison and Van Buren and a bunch more, too many to list.
Edit: TM, doesn’t delivering a speech after being shot count?
He gets points for that yes, but he survived, which unfortunately doesn’t impress Taco’s inner Russian judge.
In soviet Russia, points judge you!
I got nothin’. Seriously. I looked at this when it first went up this morning and my brain said, “Nope. I’m not helping. You’re on your own. CanNOT process this today.” I tried to bribe it with massive amounts of coffee, homemade banana bread, etc.
It is now 3:15ish in the afternoon and still…I’ve got NOTHIN’. Not even in French Prevential. If anyone figures this out, wake me. Otherwise, I think I’m going to go hide under the covers until misjay is gone.
Sorry, I stopped reading after “homemade banana bread”.
Mmmmm, banana bread…
Non, nom, nom–Manda said ‘nana bread.
Sliced off the loaf then lightly toasted. Dab od sour cream in whipped cream cheese to spread over same.
*passes out bread to SJ and Capn*
Anybody else?
BYOBBBOC*
*that’s “bring your own banana bread beverage of choice”
*passes flask*
@ Lola: Flask, aka universal IV. 🙂
You’ve not lived until you try cream cheese frosting on fresh, still warm banana bread.
Your arteries say no, but your stomach says YES!
Sorry, my stomach gurgled and said, ‘no thanks’. But, it doesn’t turn down chocolate chips being added to the batter!
Or a nice chianti…
Next into the oven: banana chocolate chip muffins. It won’t tell us what the Hell a misjay is, but they’re happier to think about and don’t make the brainspolsions like the misjay.
Your use of the word “muffin” just had me flashing back to Betty White on SNL.
*brainsplode*
… Sorry.
You mean the line “My muffin hasn’t seen a cherry since 1939”???? *snort* I laughed so hard I nearly peed!
…banana chocolate chip muffins…
You can’t tell now, but I drooled just a bit when I read that.
EDIT: Then I read Lola’s comment and got a little creeped out.
All that’s missing is the baseball card on the spokes. Bet you won’t get that for free.
You got spokes on your muffin? Wow, I think.
*walks away thinking of Betty White – then envisions ‘spokes on a muffin’ – collapsed to ground with serious, painful twitching. Ow, ow, ow, ow…*
First of all…you guys are hilarious! I knew a hangin’ Chad once. Cut, dried, smoked, scraped and smoked again. I don’t think I would know what to do with a misjay even if I paid for it…but a free Tibet…open a ski resort, climbing guide service and Yak hair spinning and weaving lessons.
Welcome, Navigator! Please come by and comment again in future! Feel free to bring your yak, if necessary.
Welcome, and remember to duck when the puns start flying, or punt when the ducks start flying… something like that. Whatever.
Or don’t whenever the fu …
Well, you get the idea.
Way too long after coffee has kicked in [corey]:
Can’t get the image to resolve, but, I’m stronly afraid Sparky has rendered the name of the over-seas kncok-off exercise bike correctly.
Not that Spark’ has managed to meet even the most rudimentary minimums for a sales presentation.
Perhaps we are lucky those are the largest letters visible.
Would we be better off is it read “Free 3 drops oil here”?
Oddly enough, some member of my family had a Schwinn exercise bike that looked just like this, other than being a calm brown with a Schwinn logo. None of this hi-falutin’ fanciness the modern clothes racks have, either; ‘lectroni’ screens and videos and such. Just half a bike with a hard rubber wheel yo cranked down against a reg’lat ol’ bike wheel. Y’want’d to watch somp’in, y’pointed it to a winder (oops, wandered into [fogy], sorry).
[/corey]
Sparky was out of breath… that’s why it’s free. Couldn’t get the thing out of first gear and no matter how fast he pedaled, it just stayed right there.
Due to the lack of oxygen, he couldn’t focus for a decent picture, and needed to hurry and get this ad up, so he could go pass out on the recliner. Got himself another beer and cheesy puffs, and watches paid advertisements until he find himself seriously contemplating chucking the remote because of all the ‘dance your way to weight loss ads’. Poor Sparky.
“1st gear”?
Shoot, no gear but the one. I remember, as a tyke, delighting in that it would pedal backwards the same as forwards (other than the geometry of the drag wheel being a brake in reverse–something my brother delighted in applying with little warning.)
I also remember annoying which ever relative it was by letting the air out of the tire. Which meant the tire mushed if you applied the resistance wheel.
Isn’t everything a cat math problem? Let’s see what my catulator can come up with on this one….
Blue frame divided by ocean flavored kibbles is a catnip mouse with a reminder of three… Carry the three over to the grey bukkit with an orange label, add the sammiches, and I come up with a catfishing pole with shiney ribbons. Wait, where did these fat-free pringles come from?
Om nom nom, dunno where they came from, but I like that answer. And I know where they’ve gone.
DON’T EAT THE PRINGLES!!
trust me on that..
*cough*
… Too late. : /
The text, Vic, don’t read the text!
I’m always too late, and a can too short… :sigh:.
I’ll go make the donuts.
Wait, I saw this in an “Evil Dead” movie, it’s
“‘Klatu!” yeah, ‘Klatuu”; ‘Bora’, no ‘Boratao’! ah, ah, ar, nicky, nixon, narco . . . ”
Of all the things on this page at the moment, the idea of fat-free Pringles upsets me the most.
They’re actually pretty tasty. I just make sure not to eat too many at a time, because of the whole olestra thing…. Also, I don’t like the fact that they’re about twice the price of normal Pringles -_-
*Mumbled around eating the last of the chips*
“Dwn’t eft too manfy?”
*Pantsplode*
Yeah, could be worse, they could just add the powdered Alli right in.
I’VE GOT IT! Everybody sing along now!
Old McSparky had a farm,
A-E-I-O-U
and on his farm he had misjay
A-E-I-O-U
With a misjay here
and a misjay there
here a misjay
there a misjay
what the hell’s a misjay
Old McSparky had a farm
A-E-I-O-UUUUUUUUUUUUUU!
Next up, we’ll be singing another children’s classic, the Gerbert in the Dell. (I don’t want to spoil the ending, but the meat stands alone…)
a blue misjay!
Hey, it was “Blue Cheese battle” on Iron Chef America last night.
Ah, darn it, that’s Maytag cheese . . .
First driurs, then frezzers, and now Cheese? That company’s really spreading out.
Dear Sparky,
as i waz brouzing .craislist i
saw ur add 4 a misjay. i kan tell u i have. all waze wonted 1.
i no u sed free but i just wanta letuno i have a
lacawates valtrus-suka in good oncdition. its sim. 2 a misjay but
well, you know the differences.
Sincerely,
Not.A.Walrus
Looks like something in a Saw film.
Sold.
Look at me,
I’m as helpless as Not.A.Lion up a tree,
And I feel like I’m clinging to gerberts
I can’t understand
I get misjay just holding your hand.
Walk my way,
And a thousand unblublers begin to play,
Or it might be the unique sandbox for kids
That scream I hear
I get misjay the moment you’re near
I get the feeling Matt Rosemier reads this blog. 8)
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Well, I have put it off as long as possible. Not intentionally. Bianchi Sound, inc, please accept this most heartfelt punchity punch punch.
G’Night, Misjay!
Thanks. And may the misjay be with you.
I think it’s a political statement: it’s not free as in beer, it’s free as in speech. I learned the difference the hard way when I thought 2600 was offering me a free Kevin, but it never arrived.
Free misjay!
Jackie! 8) Hooray, good to see you commenting! 8)
OK folks, since you asked:
“Misjay” = machine, as in “Here’s an exercise machine.”
I spent too many years teaching elementary school kids; translating gibberish is now second nature. The real trick was reading it upside-down from the front of a desk.
At least this post got the initial consonant right. That rates promotion in some states.
Free all the misjays!
I love a day that starts with a ghost postie!
Where misjay? There misjay.
I had a misjay once, but it molted and was never the same again. Wait, I mean melted…um, I’m just going to go back to my corner and rock myself to sleep while sobbing incoherently.
Ducky and nojazzy, I hope your day in the box was every bit as fun as commenting on the blog was. OR more! Punchity Punch Punch!
Good Morning, mrjay!