snoozlebee:

if I wrote ds9 there would be a full extra season of filler episodes with plots like “odo convinces quark a sad looking parrot is actually him in disguise” or “jadzia dax smokes a ton of weed and gets really excited about her novelty sunglasses collection”

snoozlebee:

if I wrote ds9 there would be a full extra season of filler episodes with plots like “odo convinces quark a sad looking parrot is actually him in disguise” or “jadzia dax smokes a ton of weed and gets really excited about her novelty sunglasses collection”

attheknick:

The Diary of Herman Barrow
December 31, 1900


This awful year cannot end soon enough.  As much as I try to solve problems, to patch the holes in the hull that is my life, larger ones form in their place. I just assumed that Ping Wu would be more docile like most Chinese.   But his butchery and his wickedness go beyond comprehension.  I know now that I should have listened to Thackery when he said asking a favor of Ping is like bargaining with the devil.  But how could I trust anything coming out of Thackery’s mouth in the condition he was in.  He has destroyed any remaining reputation and credibility this hospital had left.  We now have to literally rebuild from scratch.  And with what? Our surgical team is made up of a drug addled chief who cannot work, a Negro who has proven himself untrustworthy (and he showed up to work today suspiciously bruised), a competent man who has lost his grip due to too many personal tragedies, and a young doctor barely out of medical school.  The most impressive person to come through our doors recently was Dr. Zinberg, but hiring him would be out of the question for obvious reasons.   As one can imagine there has been very little Christmas cheer in the halls of the hospital.  The only one smiling ear to ear seems to be Mr. Cleary.  Perhaps one of his gambles actually paid off.  The new buffalo fur lined overcoat he was wearing would indicate that.  Soon it will be midnight.  The bells will ring in 1901.  I can only be optimistic that the worst is behind me…

attheknick:

The Diary of Herman Barrow

December 31, 1900

This awful year cannot end soon enough.  As much as I try to solve problems, to patch the holes in the hull that is my life, larger ones form in their place. I just assumed that Ping Wu would be more docile like most Chinese.   But his butchery and his wickedness go beyond comprehension.  I know now that I should have listened to Thackery when he said asking a favor of Ping is like bargaining with the devil.  But how could I trust anything coming out of Thackery’s mouth in the condition he was in.  He has destroyed any remaining reputation and credibility this hospital had left.  We now have to literally rebuild from scratch.  And with what? Our surgical team is made up of a drug addled chief who cannot work, a Negro who has proven himself untrustworthy (and he showed up to work today suspiciously bruised), a competent man who has lost his grip due to too many personal tragedies, and a young doctor barely out of medical school.  The most impressive person to come through our doors recently was Dr. Zinberg, but hiring him would be out of the question for obvious reasons.   As one can imagine there has been very little Christmas cheer in the halls of the hospital.  The only one smiling ear to ear seems to be Mr. Cleary.  Perhaps one of his gambles actually paid off.  The new buffalo fur lined overcoat he was wearing would indicate that.  Soon it will be midnight.  The bells will ring in 1901.  I can only be optimistic that the worst is behind me…