tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18329274482838673902011-06-07T23:28:00.651-07:00Beautiful Austrian Capehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548529123200247607noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-31363343564048580122007-11-14T13:18:00.000-08:002008-12-12T16:36:29.538-08:00<div>I think I was on a high from my bus coup the other day because I found myself debating with a really lame tagger, well I am not sure he was even a tagger so much as a vandal. </div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RztuZ4ymP6I/AAAAAAAAABM/oucRCA5S0I8/s1600-h/line.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132817591339204514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RztuZ4ymP6I/AAAAAAAAABM/oucRCA5S0I8/s200/line.JPG" border="0" /></a>He was walking down NW 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> and Couch drawing lines as he went along on the side of a building. I stopped and gave him my meanest Stink Eye to get his attention and sure enough I got it. After he said something like, "what?" I shot back something brilliantly after-school special like, "looks pretty destructive to me". To which he responded, "so what?" </div><div></div><br /><div>Okay, I have no response to that. He then said, "you clearly can't read Chinese." Thinking, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ah</span> I've got you now "Clearly." was my response as I walked away. </div><div></div><br /><div>I'm not sure what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">compels</span> me to make comments to others in public but I have been doing it for years and so far haven't had my ass kicked. Maybe I should be more careful, maybe I should just live and let live, perhaps tolerance is the answer for me.....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">naaaaa</span>, I mean look at that "tag"...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Chinese</span> my ass. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-3136334356404858012?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Heather Besthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03442506427201134299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-71171161571329798302007-11-14T13:02:00.000-08:002008-12-12T16:36:29.687-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/Rztl3IymP5I/AAAAAAAAABE/8DNQEZ1MlO8/s1600-h/300px-PortlandTriMetbus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132808198245728146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/Rztl3IymP5I/AAAAAAAAABE/8DNQEZ1MlO8/s320/300px-PortlandTriMetbus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...and sometimes I can't stop myself from commenting on public displays of stupidity. For example when I riding a packed full #8 bus home the other night. A woman 2 rows in front of me got a cell phone call and answered it...not in itself stupid but the fact that the call was on speaker-phone was. So the rest of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">passengers</span> and myself were subjected to listening to her very boring phone call for 10-15 minutes. Finally I said aloud, "We can all hear your call, its on speaker phone" although it did not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">dissuade</span> her from continuing her lame conversation. </div><div></div><br /><div>Usually what happens after I have a little public outburst like this is that I feel like an asshole for saying anything in the first place. Not this time though thanks to the older gentleman that said, "Thank you young lady for saying something about that phone call, I appreciate it" as he shook my hand when he got off the bus. </div><div></div><br /><div>Neat. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-7117116157132979830?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Heather Besthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03442506427201134299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-19407034851010726642007-11-14T12:59:00.001-08:002007-11-14T13:02:15.873-08:00...as per my prediction I have run out of material. Perhaps my collaborator and pal, Martin, will continue to update us on the cape scene, but I think I am moving on...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-1940703485101072664?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Heather Besthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03442506427201134299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-34857920753648241272007-11-02T13:11:00.001-07:002008-12-12T16:36:29.835-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RyuEgl1AowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9GH2jmnggsM/s1600-h/pete+cape+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128338296136573698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RyuEgl1AowI/AAAAAAAAAA8/9GH2jmnggsM/s320/pete+cape+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-3485792075364824127?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Heather Besthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03442506427201134299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-24282568731414686552007-11-02T13:10:00.001-07:002008-12-12T16:36:29.975-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RyuESl1AovI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IeM8FlMwpbE/s1600-h/pete+cape1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128338055618405106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RyuESl1AovI/AAAAAAAAAA0/IeM8FlMwpbE/s320/pete+cape1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-2428256873141468655?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Heather Besthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03442506427201134299noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-41729970525110332252007-11-02T09:37:00.001-07:002008-12-12T16:36:30.135-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RytSX11AosI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aG9BnxVUZBM/s1600-h/hubers.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128283170231329474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DYcjhvUZZhw/RytSX11AosI/AAAAAAAAAAc/aG9BnxVUZBM/s320/hubers.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Pictured here are the only living souls privy to the legend of young master <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ficht's</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">predilection</span> for cape-wear as a youth. Only his mother and Pete know the true depths of this obsession. </p><p>This blog will chronicle my life and love of Pete Ficht - mystery man, enigma. </p><p>Until I run out of material and then there's no telling where this thing could go....</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-4172997052511033225?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Heather Besthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03442506427201134299noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-56575357412804171142007-11-01T21:52:00.000-07:002008-12-12T16:36:30.474-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R47lwSFs6oQ/RyqtUprR_1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SPmcs6dKZW8/s1600-h/Fatbabypete2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_R47lwSFs6oQ/RyqtUprR_1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SPmcs6dKZW8/s320/Fatbabypete2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128101696011108178" border="0" /></a>As you can see i was quite a squishy little fella. The only thing bigger than those chunky little legs was the chunky chunk of poop in my diaper!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-5657535741280417114?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beautiful Austrian Capehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548529123200247607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1832927448283867390.post-33463032723638367472007-11-01T21:48:00.001-07:002008-12-12T16:36:30.590-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R47lwSFs6oQ/RyqscZrR_0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K57yG1MMfIs/s1600-h/Fatbabypete.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_R47lwSFs6oQ/RyqscZrR_0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/K57yG1MMfIs/s320/Fatbabypete.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128100729643466562" border="0" /></a>My name is Peter Ficht and this blog is all about my life. So i guess we should start at the beginning. I was born on September 28, 1964 in Ohio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1832927448283867390-3346303272363836747?l=beautifulaustriancape.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Beautiful Austrian Capehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00548529123200247607noreply@blogger.com1