Old Man Powell

There's a group of individuals who like to hang out in front of my apartment. They're all around 17-ish, I think, and they seem to be the fruit of my neighbors' loins. They seem to be perfectly fine people and I have nothing against them chilling by my abode, but there is one fact that frustrates me. They've never once acknolwedged me. Why the hell not? What's going on here? It's not like I long to be in their group, but they could at least give me a head nod since it's possible we could've gone to high school together, had I either been held back a few times or they been genius children.

I've been trying to get their respect. Tonight, when coming home, I greeted the group with a boisterous, "Kowabunga, dudes!" They didn't respond, so I got up closer and said it louder. Still, no response. When did that stop being a standard greeting? I think what I may do next is to wait for them to walk by my door, and when they do, I'll snatch one of them, yell "Kowabunga, dude!" again, and bring them inside. Then I'll tickle him or her until he or she pees his or her britches. If that's not enough to prove that I am one cool individual, then I don't know what is.

In other news, I have been having some site problems the last few days. Mad props to the crack staff at my host for getting that straightened out in a timely manner. You may not know this, but the term "giving props" has its roots in early 20th century aviation. If one pilot really liked the way another handled his plane, he would give that guy his propeller. I really have nothing more to say about that, except that it sounded funnier in my head.