If you, like me, have done as many steampunk google searches as I have (steampunk fashion, steampunk gun, steampunk shirt, steampunk jacket, steampunk goggles, yackity schmackity, etc.) then this just seems like one more blog post about one more nerd who wanted to be steampunk for a day. But it's not. It isn't like that at all. This is a story about two hearts, 3 bags of potato chips, 7 mismatched socks, and a dream that just wouldn't die.