HankAmericanEngine

I'm going to open it up here, since I've held it in for a long time.

I was born in Houston. It's my birth city, my hometown, and another home away from home when I'm down there and not up in North Texas.

It sickens me to know that people would rather take their time to gripe about something else, and not realize that some people have lost everything from that devastating hurricane.

I can't go down to help my fellow Houstonians, and that kills me. It absolutely kills me.

That's my birth city, drowning in thousands of gallons of water that go nearly two or three stories high.

That's my hometown, where a police officer drowned in his unit going out to his position to serve, protect, and rescue those who couldn't get away from nature's wrath.

That's a part of me, injured and crippled by the absolute power that devastating storm brought to my door.

I can't take watching it on the news anymore, because I can't go down there and help my fellow Houstonians. I can't drive down there and say, "Put me on a boat, and take me out to help-- I'm not leaving until every man, woman, child, and creature is safe from the waters."

I can only donate so much. I can only give so much.

I can't hug any of them and tell them that I'm there for them. I can't tell them that the worst is finally over, and that I'm there to support them through the rebuilding of their lives.

I force myself to remain composed seeing those images and videos on the news and on social media.

Some of you know what that devastation's like, and some don't; I don't mind, and I don't care.

It's up to you whether or not you realize that thousands have nothing to go back to when those waters recede. Some may have something, and many more have nothing.

I hurt so much, seeing my city suffer. I don't care about rising gas prices, or the disruption of the cargo containers, or shipping, or any of that.

I care about the people. Those who fled with what they could grab. Those couldn't flee at all. Those who have come from all over just to rescue, support, and help my birth city, and many others.

Those people I will forever be indebted to. For doing the thing I cannot. For being able to say, "I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll be back", to their loved ones and then heading out to help. For being able to do something.

I will go back to Houston one day to visit.

I will cry.

I couldn't support my city when they needed me most. I couldn't do as much as I knew I could.

But it doesn't mean I won't do that when the time comes again.

I am a proud Houstonian, and I'm HoustonStrong.

*andpossibleswearing*

I've lived here all my life, and should be used to the weather being unpredictable. I know it happens. Good grief, do I know it happens.

Mother Nature, lemme let you in on one little secret.

When your storms weaken, let'em stay weak. They weakened for a reason.

DO NOT GIVE THEM A BLOODY FLARE UP OF STRENGTH. IT'S NOT FUN.

During the day, okay, fine; I can tolerate it.

I do not, however, appreciate being woken up at 2:00 in the bloody morning from a tornado siren going off, and knowing a tornado could touch down near me.

Again, let me let you in on a little secret, Mother Nature.

When your storms weaken, let'em stay weak. They weakened for a reason.

DO NOT GIVE THEM A BLOODY FLARE UP OF STRENGTH.

*can'tevenwriteortypeproperlybecauseI'msoflippingtiredfromtheadrenalineandfightorflightresponsescrewyousomuchMotherNatureit'snotevenfunnyanymore*

And lost everything on it...

So, anyone else watch this beauty of nostalgia and homage to the Thomas the Tank Engine & Friends franchise?

If you said, "Yes", I'm not spoiling anything but I'll say my thoughts.

I watched this shortly after I bought it from Wal-Mart on Tuesday while my ride was on their campus and I killed time to get back home. I never thought I'd have my breath taken away, but Arc Productions did such an amazing job with creating the Island of Sodor and the railway that runs on it. The voice acting was spectacular, and I loved hearing the voices actors perform their trade with such gusto. As for the music, I don't think the music could have been any better; so much nostalgia and homage was heard, and it was wonderful.

There's so much more I want to say about this special, but it isn't out worldwide yet, so I'm going to keep quiet until it is. You really don't know how much I love this special.

If you said, "No", and you live in the United States...

GO TO WAL-MART, BUY THE SPECIAL, AND WATCH IT!!!!! 

Howdy do everyone!

*cue the cheesy and cliché tumbleweed tumbling across the dusty plain*

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-m-'

I guess this place is pretty dead on my account, huh?

Well, in case anyone here actually reads this, I've taken up a second form of model railroading with N Scale locomotives and rolling stock.

N Scale is 1:160 scale ratio, so you can imagine that the engines, rolling stock, track, and buildings are very small. Small as they may be, they are absolutely festooned with detail!


My first locomotive is the KATO Model Trains SD70ACe in the BNSF Livery; that started the little snowball effect that has led me to contemplating a small, portable shunting yard to create so I can have something to preoccupy my time when I cannot film my "grandiose" films for my YouTube account.

On the note of my YouTube account, please watch my videos-- it's, currently, my only source of income.

Anyways, if you want to see my ever-expanding 1:160 scale collection, comment here for what you want to see.




Even if you don't want to see it, tough; I'll eventually upload a video on here to show my collection. -m-