Book (Beyatch Book) Beyatch

December 9th, 2007

I have now completed scanning of all of the book, and it now exists as a set of colour image files on my hard disk and also inside my brain. It can be seen as a PDF or as a clever Flash thing that lets you click through the images. It can also be seen as slightly questionable behaviour for three grown men.

But before anything can be done – anything at all – we need the glorious Mr. Kev to somehow make these items appear upon this website so they can be viewed with our eyes, minds and hearts.

Glorious Mr. Kev, lead on! We are your tragic minions!

Entry Filed under: Chris,Great,Loins

17 Comments

  • 1. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 10th, 2007 at 08:27

    I don’t want to be a tragic minion but if needs must as the devil drives then I’m hopping into his winnebago with a bag of pick ‘n’ mix and a Ribena light.

  • 2. Kevil  |  December 10th, 2007 at 10:07

    You might want to send me the files then so I can get my pimp on.
    I can do nothing with nothing… or gelatine, not quite sure what to do with that either.

  • 3. Chris  |  December 10th, 2007 at 11:23

    The files are approximately eight and six of your British megabytes each, respectively, in girth. How do you wish for the file pimpage to be indulged?

    Mr. Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver: your choice of travel snacks for your journey with Beelzebub himself is inspired. A lesser man would have gone for Munchies and Tizer but you know better. Good work.

  • 4. Kevil  |  December 10th, 2007 at 11:50

    can you emailage them to me in separate emails to
    kevil [at] kevil [dot] co [dot] uk

    Personally I think that sat in a winnebago with Lucifer would be quite firey so i’d take some marshmallows to toast on his firey spine. Oh and some Bananananana Milkshake.

  • 5. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 10th, 2007 at 13:16

    All are great choices really, as long as you’re not snackless I think you’re a safe man. The hot one himself doesn’t like long stretches without the odd tasty treat.

    Transfer. Transfer. Now. Now. Transfer. Transfer. Now. Now.

  • 6. Kevil  |  December 11th, 2007 at 17:47

    Where are the files biznich?

  • 7. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 12th, 2007 at 08:02

    BIZNICH!

    That’s faux shizzel man.

  • 8. Kevil  |  December 12th, 2007 at 10:08

    Come to think of it, where’s Marshall?

  • 9. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 12th, 2007 at 13:10

    I’m… not sure.

    Maybe before we start the Docherty campaign we should start the ‘Find Marshall’ campaign 🙂

  • 10. Chris  |  December 12th, 2007 at 14:33

    I’M HERE! I was here yesterday! Though I’m not sure whether I wrote anything here yesterday.

    I haven’t sent any files yet. But I will. Oh yes.

  • 11. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 12th, 2007 at 17:04

    Has someone moved the brackets on the subject title? I’m sure it was Book Beyatch (Beyatch Book).

    Glad you’re back. It means we can start on the Docherty campaign immediately >:) ho yeah!

  • 12. Chris  |  December 12th, 2007 at 23:06

    Er… YOUR post was called that. This is MY post. It’s different. Hence the different comments and everything.

    *calls Ian a taxi*

  • 13. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 13th, 2007 at 08:54

    I know, I realised whence I went back to checketh the posts. I got confused.

    If I want a badge I’ll become a security guard. If I want a drink… I’ll obey my thirst. Image is nothing. Thirst is everything. Sprite.

    Thank you, goodnight!

  • 14. Chris  |  December 13th, 2007 at 12:48

    Files have been emailaged and are awaiting their internet-bound spaffage.

  • 15. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 13th, 2007 at 16:55

    COME ON!

    That was meant in a non-violent way, in a more “let’s do this!” from Family Guy kind of way.

    I know what I mean.

  • 16. Chris  |  December 14th, 2007 at 22:52

    I know that you know what you mean, and that’s all you need to know.

  • 17. Ian Mac Mac Mac Mac McIver  |  December 17th, 2007 at 07:02

    As long as you know what I know what I mean then we’re peachy. Otherwise it’d all be hot sludge draining through a pool of moons… and we wouldn’t want that

    (what?)


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