A fumetti, as I understand it is photo book with dialogue balloons, which I am sure you could have figured out by looking at what I have wrought.
Despite the crudeness of my work in despoiling Bill Waterson's fine comic strip, I worked quite a while on the darn thing - going through photos for just the right look and size, and even facing the proper way. It wasn't easy finding shots of myself either. Okay, it was. The Japanese were always very kind to take photos of me and then present me with my own set of photos at a later date. Back in 1990, this was called file-sharing.
I'm not some old fuddie-duddie who doesn't know squat about technology - there are plenty of things I have no knowledge about.
Regardless... using cut and paste - with real scissors and glue!! - here is a black and white photocopy of the full-colour fumetti I gave to Ashley for her birthday present back in 1990.
Somewhere wishing I had colour scanner in 1990,
Andrew Joseph
Today's title is by Cheap Trick: SMOKIN'DRUMMER
PS: Ashley loved to sleep. I did too, but when someone says they are going to do something - like say go on a sight-seeing trip - I hold them to their word, and I get upset when plans are canceled because someone wants to sleep the whole day through. As such, my expression in the final panel as Andrew Hobbes says it all.
PPS: It sounds like a terrible birthday present, right? Well, this was still early in our relationship (we'd only broken up six or seven times in these heady first five months of our relationship) and I could have forgiven anything.
