Over the weekend I angered a very deranged woman, apparently by visiting the place where she blogs part-time. Her name is Brenda (or as I prefer to call her, “Brendolina” because she does act quite childish and therefore deserves a childs name) and her comments are right here.
Brendolina has become obsessed with the history of RNS. Unfortunately for her, she doesn’t learn well so let me fill y’all in so we can move onto my question to you, the RNS reader. (Addendum Added)
Back in 2002, Nukevet Neal started up Random Nuclear Strikes as a place to vent. I found a link to RNS via the now defunct ‘A Small Victory’ blog and started regularly stopping by and helping Neal splat trolls. One day in May 2003, Nukevet Neal had to go away on business and asked me to blog sit for him, which I gladly agreed to do.
When he got back, he was gracious enough to leave me with a log-in, and the rest, as you can see by the archives, is history. Neal also invited a gentleman who blogged under the moniker ‘Puggs’ and we were ‘The 3 Amigos-Less Dancing, More Guns’. Neal covered the South and East portion of the US out of Baton Rouge, LA; Puggs covered the Northeast and Midwest via Ohio, which left me the left coast.
Puggs had a growing family and, being a good father, he wanted to spend more time with the wife and growing chilluns and took a bow after a while. Neal’s cancer research and veterinary work was getting quite heavy and it just worked him into a state to where he just didn’t have the time or inclination to blog anymore. It was then that he offered me the keys to the Mighty, Mighty Blogstation Bunker of RNS.
I, of course, accepted.
Neal is now living in Canada as a proud American citizen, having left the University Plantation that was LSU, and is still doing his groundbreaking cancer research. He also occasioanlly blogs at Life in the Atomic Age. Mark is living quietly with the wife and growing chilluns somewhere in the midwest, doing what the big bear of a man does best, provide. He stops by every now and then, as he did this weekend.
And as you all know, I’m still here. I’ve brought together my own gang of psuedo misfits: First was Professor Booty who helped me out when I didn’t feel like blogging weekends, and then, just last year, our good man David, who was just such a good and levelheaded guy when I met him at Boomershoot 05 that I thought he’d fit in quite well around here. And he has.
And that, in a nutshell, is the sordid and scandalous history of RNS.
Brendolina has a problem with this.
