Candle Lane

Hello Adoring fans!

I'm going to post this update because I'm majorly procrastinating once again.  Oh, to be young again...currently.  But in the mean time, Please enjoy this story that I wrote a little while ago. I honestly can't remember why I wrote this.  It might have been for school or something, but I got an A on it, I know so that means that it was good. or it met all the conventional requirements.  Either way I hope you enjoy it.

            The road between St. Julius, Wyoming and Knighton, Montana was the first interstate road that isn’t a highway. Candle Lane is a 120 mile straight shot between the two cities.  There are a total of 9,360 houses on this irregular street.  Some houses dating all the way back to the WWII era.  Others only built in the recent past.  A 120 mile straight line surrounded by little suburban bungalows; little houses preparing to be condemned, destroyed and rebuilt, others just about to be christened as a viable home for anyone to live in.  An array of dwellings all in a line like ducklings following their parents.  It seemed almost that houses were naturally sprouting up out of the ground just as another house came down.

Oddly, the road initially had no point.  The road was built starting on the Wyoming side in the mid 1920s.  At first it was only a dead end, three mile patch of road with nothing on it, and due to financial constraints and the fact that the road lacked reason the project and the road was abandoned.  During WWII, Jefferson King, a carpenter from Converse County, built the first house on Candle Lane.  His family moved into 1232 Candle Lane in 1944 where they lived for 57 years. After WWII ended suburban life exploded.  People started moving out of big cities and into suburban areas.  The land on Candle Lane became extremely valuable and the government saw it necessary to add more land to this road.  The value spiked abruptly and the need for more space on this land became even more urgent. The state of Wyoming handed the Casper Pavement Company a blank check and said, “It needs to be done by June.”  CPC being given only three months to build a road, they called in every available person and paid everyone extra.  By the beginning of June 1947 Wyoming shared a road with Montana and was out half a billion dollars.  The CPC got a little bit over zealous and accidentally built into the State of Montana.  When Governor Ford found this out he laughed out loud.  He stated, “If Wyoming feels that they want to give some money to us we won’t turn them away.” 

Candle Lane had officially reached a length of 87 miles, an average population of 14531.34 people, and a grand total of 6786 houses by 1955.  Unfortunately in 1956 all work on this road ceased in preparation for the new highways to be built.  The road stood still for the first time in a long while.  The population dropped by nearly 50 percent due to people moving out of the once valuable and priceless real estate.  They moved to more interstate accessible areas.  Candle Lane remained unchanged until, 37 years later, Governor of Montana, Marc Racicot paid the near bankrupt CPC more money to come out and work more on Candle Lane.  This action set the road at its current length of 120 miles.  It wasn’t until 2001 when Governors Martz and Geringer, with the support of President Bush and Secretary of the Interior Norton, establish Candle Lane as a historical landmark.  It currently stands at 120 miles, 9360 houses, and about 19500 people.

In St. Julius, Wyoming, 1232 Candle Lane still stands strong.  It is now owned by Jefferson’s daughter, Jessica Bentle, and her family.  It is the oldest house on the entire street.  The people of Candle Lane hold Jefferson King in high regard. The people of Wyoming see him as the person who started the tight knit community that is Candle Lane.  The Montanans see him as the only Wyomingite that they’ll ever like.  Candle Lane is a major tourist spot for many people.  It is a very rich historical area.  Out of a mere fluke did this bountiful community spring up.  This community will, without a doubt, stay together and standing for much longer than anyone ever expected.  This road had its lulls and this road had times where no one thought that it would come out of it standing.  Now if you drive through Candle Lane, not only will you be on the road for a while, but you will see old houses and you will see new houses and you will see old houses being torn down to make space for new houses.  This road is a thriving, living, developing, changing thing.  It won’t stop for anything.

And there it is.  Please respond with comments, questions, frustrations, videos of a cat pooping on a baby, etc I'm gonna keep on keeping on

Goodnight everyone,

Tuna 

My first story

So the first thing that I'll post is this stupid little 'ditty' that I wrote about ants a virtual millenia ago.  So here it is. It kind of sucks.

            Hello, I’m Adam and I’m an ant.  Let me tell you about how I live.  I live in a hollowed out part of a tree that my colony and I built a while ago. I am a slave maker ant.  I go into other ants’ nests and I steal their pupae and bring it back to my nest so it can grow up and work in our nest. 

            I eat termites and other small insects.  The list of animals that eat me is much much longer than the list of things I eat. I get eaten by lizards, frogs, and spiders.  I also get eaten by birds and anteaters.  My sting is usually enough to protect me but against humans my sting cannot pierce skin, unlike the bulldog and fire ant.

            I’m made up of three parts the head, the trunk, and metasoma.  I have three sets of legs.  All of them have claws at the end of them so when I walk up a tree I don’t fall.  When I eat something I can’t chew it so I put it in the food pouch by my mouth and squeeze the juices out of it.

 I'll post something else soon.  Later learned colleagues.

Tuna 

just an update

Well readers, who more than likely don't exist because this is only my second post on this blog, I'd like to give you a brief updates on what scone on (ahh...wordplay).  I have some stuff written but am failing miserably at putting on here.  But while you're assuredly waiting anxiously at your computers to read my musings, hop on over to my friend and colleague, Jawn's, music blog. He has pretty much fantastic music choice.  It's also near identical to mine but either way it is a completely unbiased opinion.  If you want to get some edumacation on what music to listen to I would name him his the authority numero uno primero.  That probably didn't make any sense but this is my blog and that's what I do.  I feel the pangs of tiredness coming on so I'm going to hit the hay. The figurative hay meaning my bed. I don't sleep on hay nor I do hit it, the figure of speech seemed apropos at the time.  Hopefully I'll have my first story up by next week or even later this week (how awesome is that?)  Once it's up I strongly encourage constructive criticism.  Don't just comment on it with things to the extent of, "You suck!" or "your writing reminds me of something that coughed up once."  That doesn't help anyone except yourself.  You probably experienced some early childhood trauma. Maybe you were bullied.  I was too so don't take it out on me. Try therapy. or punching a wall. or a  little brother. (Only kidding, but seriously O.O). Some of my longer stories will more than likely be posted in sections so if you see a way that the story should go, please tell me. I might change it.  Anyway I need to wrap this up.  Please follow if you think I'm funny, mildly entertaining, incredibly handsome, a jerk with a big stupid face, or answers a through c.

I forgot to say what the name of Jawn's blog is. "And this is how it's done." I'm actually following it so you can probably find it through there.

Til next time readers,
TunaMelt

Hello and welcome.

I am bored. Being a college student who is intelligent, talented, good-looking, and, not to toot my own horn, devastatingly charming, everything is handed to me without any real effort.  However, because I don't have to work I am always looking for something to do.  So I figured, I'm in college now. I'm my own man now...ish. The world is my oyster! so why don't I stay cooped up in my room and write to people I have never met about things they probably don't care about?  Sounds like a plan. SO in this blog I plan to write some short stories open for all the world to see. You don't like my writing then don't look at it. Don't leave stupid comments telling me how much better you are than I am at everything. Honestly, even if that were true, which it's not, I don't need to hear about it. If you want to leave a comment telling me that you want to be the mother of my babies because my writing is beyond compare, I encourage that course of action.  In this blog I may also write my thoughts on some religious things or political issues. If you don't agree with me then don't look at my blog. If you feel compelled to tell me that I am wrong about something feel free to, as long as,your comment is an actual rational, well-thought-out, complete argument. I don't want some childish moron butchering the English Language and all of it's conventions on my blog, unless it's me of course.  I might also talk about some music and things. If you are stupid and, at this point, don't understand the fact that I don't need to hear your thoughts on my posts, please read this again paying attention to the words. You may not be used to books without pictures but please try your best. Well it's late, I want to watch Supernatural, so I'm signing off.

Good night Everyone,
TunaMelt