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"The Big One" is done. It's pretty goofy. I have lots of ideas based off of it though and I want to make more. My grandpa wants to give me all of his tools. He doesn't even have enough space for all of them, so I definetly don't either. I wish I did. I really enjoy doing actual work to create something. I went to New York again. It was fun. All the people everywhere and a 30 story tall picture of Diddy on the side of a building made me feel extremely insignificant. There was some really talented artists selling there stuff at cruddy little tables in Union Square. I felt bad for them. I wish I could afford to buy their stuff and support them at least a little. I should have told them that I think their stuff was good. I think no matter how many people know him now, how many museums display his work, and how many books are written about him, If Van Gogh were alive today he would be just as ignored as he was during his own life and probably would still end up killing himself. Pop culture is a leach. As much as I claim to hate it, it sucks me in too. That's what I really hate. I'm not just saying that to sound cool and tough. By saying that too it sounds like I am trying to cover up that I'm a fraud. I don't think I am, but maybe I am.