And Soyalent Green is People

"Oh. You're a cartoonist?"

I have my sketch-book out, with pen in hand. Visible if you just scan are a batch of panels drawn on the page.

The answer is no. Or maybe it's yes. In this case, the answer is "yes", as I have as much relation to actual cartooning as she does to play-writing, which she had told me she has written a few plays, and is, for what it's worth, an aspiring play-write. (My guess, as conversations have gone, is she's heavily inspired by Tolkein. I fear the possibility of somewhat Coummunist-ish political didactism, as well.)

"Yes."
"I like Spiderman. And Calvin and Hobbes."
"Yeah. Calvin and Hobbes is great."
"Kurt Cobain was my Hobbes."
"Your imaginary friend at some point growing up was Kurt Cobain?"
"Er... yes."
"Interesting."

As per what I drew... something about Charlton Heston and Cecil D DeMill (by not really) and alternate versions to the ending of Soyalent Green and The Planet of the Apes.

Really, I'm not a cartoonist. I can't'a draw. And the number of items I'd be willing to share to anyone (as per my selection of comics scanned onto the web) over the past year are pretty meager. I do suspect I can clean myself up to perfunctorariness with but a handful Life-Drawing lessons.

No. I have not seen the movie about Kurt Cobain's death.