Comment by prakash

18 years ago

The degree of Hackerness on HN has been going down since that techcrunch post, now days it's a lot like reddit a few months before the condenest sale. Of course, this is my subjective opinion.

These days the challenge with any community is that once the masses find out about it, it's all downhill in a matter of months, unlike years before.

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coglethorpe  18 years ago

I'll make you two a deal. If you submit hackerish stories to HN, I'll keep an eye on your profiles and vote for them.

I'm serious. I'd actually see more hackerism here.

  • aspirant  18 years ago

    I sympathize. In an attempt to help I wrote and submitted the item below, but I think it got zero visibility on the site due to my newness and lack of karma. As far as I can tell it's the sort of thing you want to see more of, but if not please tell me.

    Why Hacking Exists: http://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=247513

swombat  18 years ago

Let me tell you sonny... let me set you straight You kids today ain't never had it rough Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate You lazy brats think nothing's good enough

Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below We had to walk buck naked through forty miles of snow Worked in the coal mines twenty two hours a day for just half a cent Had to sell my internal organs just to pay the rent

Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot There's something wrong with all you kids today You just don't appreciate all the things you've got We were hungry, broken and miserable and we liked it fine that way

There were seventy three of us living in a cardboard box All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks Every night for dinner, we had a big 'ol chunk of dirt If we were really good, we didn't get dessert

Didn't have no telephone, didn't have no FAX machine All we had was a couple cans and a crummy piece of string Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had Didn't have no dental floss, had to use old rusty nails Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass

What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't believe this junk? You think my story's wearin' kinda thin? I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline

My dad would whoop us every night till a quarter after twelve Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourselves Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain