Mark Koopman, Morgan Shamy, Stephen Tremp and David Powers King. The point of the fest is for us bloggers to raise our glasses to our ninja friend Alex, who is a nexus in the blogging community. He was one of the first to follow and comment on my blog, and continues to be the first to comment on my posts. Thank you, Alex, for finding the time to comment and for caring about so many people.
I'm combining the answers to the questions in the following piece of flash fiction:
Cosbolt pilot Alex J. Cavanaugh looked at the doctor, his brown eyes filled with concern.
"So? What's the verdict, doc?"
Doctor Phil sighed. "I'm sorry, Cavanaugh, I can't clear you to go back into space. The IWSG radiation you were exposed to from flying near that supernova could have... unexpected... effects. I want you on Earth so I can keep a close eye on you."
Cavanaugh's expression just then reminded the doc of Nathan Fillion as Mal in Firefly, when he realized the Browncoats had lost the war. Doctor Phil felt a spark of pity for the man.
"But what am I supposed to do now?" Cavanaugh asked. "All I ever knew was flying."
"I don't know... take up a hobby. Write. Pick up the guitar. Fall in love and get married. Take your pick."
It was a year later that Alex realized, ironically, he had followed the doctor's advice to the letter. So far, the radiation hadn't had any effects on him that he could tell, unless it was the cause of his new-found ability to read and type at ninja-like speeds and take in the information of hundreds of blogs almost as soon as he clicked their links.
Life on Earth, he discovered, was good.
And a special thank you to Mrs. Cavanaugh for allowing us to spend time with the ninja captain. I assume you rock as much as your husband does!
Cheers, Cavanaugh :)