I have to work Saturday. You suck, Banfield.

Can you believe I've got Halloween off? Hallelujah! No loonies for Archie this year!

Al: emergency costume shopping. Now. We are so going out.

1. If your doctor told you TODAY that you were pregnant, what would you say?
He needs to lay off the crack.

2. Do you trust all of your friends?
Of course.

3. Would you move to another state or country to be with the one you love?
Why wouldn't I?

( a lot more )

I'm so sorry, Greg. I am so, so sorry.

Wow. I thought everyone hated me.

YOURS TRULY GETS A NOMINATION AT THE SUMMER 2008 TAMMY AWARDS FOR TELEVISION - MEDICAL: BEST WRITING/PORTRAYAL OF A SUPPORTING CHARACTER (MALE)

See? Someone besides my wife loves me! Tell me who you are so I can buy you a round.

[ooc: Honestly? I'm shocked! I haven't played this guy in forever, not because I don't love him, but because I don't really feel like I have anywhere to play him. Whoever remembered him, thank you!]

Stolen from everyone and their dogs:



Two ways to play:

Request kisses from Morris.
If you'd like a kiss from Morris just comment here and let him know. He'll reply to your comment with a drabble of sorts that involves the kiss, or put up a thread to get that kiss on it's way. Or if you'd like a bit more control over the situation just start your own post and mark the entry locked to Morris, and leave me a comment here letting me know where the thread is and the Morris'll be there!

Offer kisses to Others.
If you're feeling particularly bold or adventurous, post the picture in your journal, note that it's open to all, and let people ask for kisses from you. Give them at least a sentence or two in response, though--none of this "*kiss*" nonsense, that's no fun.

Name of Muse: Archie Morris
Fandom/Type of Muse: ER/Canon
Link to muse profile page: http://a_morris_md.livejournal.com/profile
Mun name, nickname or handle: Allison
Best way to get a message to the mun: E-mail, info in the profile
Do you use AIM or any other IM? AIM - username Freyalise
One hundred words about the muse that everyone should know:

Archie Morris is currently an emergency room attending at Cook County General Hospital in Chicago, Illinois. He was formerly chief resident, after transferring from Florida as an R2. When he first arrived, he was the obnoxious slacker from hell, but his attitudes slowly began to change after narrowly missing being present in the ambulance bay when a helicopter crashed into it (yes, that really happened). Now he tries to be the best doctor he can be, and is particularly good with child patients. (Some people might say this is because he’s still a child himself.)

I deviate from canon with this muse in that he is married to another muse of mine, Allison Chapman, and I usually alter current canon events to fit that fact accordingly.

Prompt only, or available to roleplay? Prompt and roleplay
Posting tag: (when given) ER: Archie Morris
Link to memories or tag page showing RotM posts: None yet cause I am a LAZY SLOTH

I did not like going to my old man's funeral. Yeah, Al was right that I needed to go, and maybe I'm sort of glad I did, or I will be glad, one day, but... right then and there, it sucked.

Going and knowing the old bastard didn't even have the courtesy to let me know he was sick was suck factor number one. My cousin Johnny handled all the arrangements and his mom hosted the post-viewing buffet get-together thing. I didn't even bother getting in the lineup to accept condolences. I felt like a freaking gatecrasher at my own dad's funeral.

Then there was that get-together, which was such factor number two. Something like two dozen extended Morris clan members crammed into one house, all of them trying to outbrag everyone else, which is par for the course at these kind of things. I didn't feel much like bragging. Al and I sat on a couch in Aunt Maureen's formal living room with our food and listened to all the others blow hot hair for three hours.

The actual funeral service was suck factor number three. This pastor I'd never met said a bunch of crap about what a good upstanding guy my old man was, what a great member of the community, what a dedicated father (suck it up and bear it, Archie), what an inspiring individual. I think I cracked Al's knuckles trying not to throw up.

I didn't go to the burial site. Couldn't take any more of hearing him laugh at me, even through his casket. Haha Archie, you loser, you waste of money and time, you shame on the family name.

Maybe it will be nice to concentrate on the boards without wondering what insult he'd come up with this time.

Abby, Dr. D, I'm glad Lily's okay and it was just a nasty bump on the head. Superficial head lacs just bleed a hell of a lot sometimes and make it looks worse than it really is and, yeah, you guys know that already. Anyway. I really am glad everything's cool.

Oh, and I meant what I said, Abby. You can always count on us. Us ER people, we're a team. No, wait, we're more like a family. I like that better. (Does that make Frank the grouchy uncle everyone always tries to avoid?)

Thanks, Abby.

Have I mentioned that I really hate Moretti? The guy is made of stone.

And hey, Pratt, thanks for the double date invite. That was some awesome chocolate cake. You should get Betina to send the recipe to Al.

Dr. Moretti needs to DIAF. Even though he did call Gates up on his bullcrap.

Sitting at a computer together laughing at people is an awesome way to get in some marital quality time.

Hey, Pratt--thanks for talking to that guy for me. Sucks how it turned out, but we helped him, right? I know I can always count on you. Just remember it goes both ways, buddy.

Hope, lemme know when you want to collect on that dinner offer, okay?

Hey, everyone hates that jackass surgical resident, Crenshaw, right? Well you can all congratulate me because I have knocked that twerp off his high horse. That's right, ol' Archie Morris put Mister I'm-Better-Than-You in his place.

We had this guy come into the ER with an ice pick jammed in his ear. He was perfectly fine, by some miracle he missed every vital part on the way in but someone had to deal with it, right? Psych didn't want him, ENT didn't want him, neurosurgery and surgery said no. That left four emergency room docs and one surgical intern (why was she even down there anyway?) to handle things. I decided we could pull it out ourselves, all nice and careful, and then admit the guy for antibiotics. Good publishing case. Hope said she'd do it. Only, the handle came off the pick. Pick was still in the guy's ear. Surgery had to come in after all.

So Hope and I went upstairs to make sure the guy pulled through okay, and guess who was handling the case? Dr. Crenshit. He treated the two of us like a pair of first-graders who didn't know right from left, I don't even remember half the crap coming out of his mouth but the basic point was that we had no brains between our ears. And then called me a halfwit leading Hope the dimwit. And I'm sorry, but I wasn't going to take that from him. Not when he's just like every pathetic bully who ever ragged on me and chased me up trees and stole my lunch money and sent me home with black eyes. Not when every doctor in the ER busts their ass for their patients. We don't do what we do every day just to get belittled by some jumped-up bald midget on a power trip. So yeah, I wailed on him. I told him everyone hates him, and I didn't know what happened to him to make him such a sad individual, although I do maybe but that's not the point. My childhood was a living hell but I turned out okay, didn't I?

He totally tried to make a smooth getaway but he dropped his files when he turned to stomp off. Yeah, I hit a nerve alright. Maybe next time he'll think twice before slamming on us ER docs.

And then Hope said she could have kissed me, which was a little weird. But hey, no worries, I got in a slam on that creep and I feel great.