User:Motleh
My name is Motleh by Wikipedia, Motley by commons, and Michael by reality. You can call me Motley, though. Enough of that, you wanted to know about me, right? I'm 17 years of age (born July 25th, 1990 in Kentucky) and I currently live in there.
Why am I here? Well, many reasons. I feel the need to help people out while at the same time expanding my own knowledge. There is nothing greater than learning, and that is my number one goal for this life. More about that later.
Biography
I grew up in a small town of about 400 people. I lived behind a high school, that I never ended up going to, oddly. My early life was fraught with peril, as I was seen as many things, never what I wanted to be. On my first day of kindergarten, my mom taught me, because that year she was teaching that particular grade. Well, as fate would have it... I was kind of an asshole that day. I went under a desk and annoyed some girl (probably looking up her skirt, though that's another story), and was generally a bad student. So on day two, mom transferred me to her friend's class. Yes, I was really that bad. Things went well for my first year of school, I made quite a few friends and climbed that social ladder!
First grade was pretty much the same story. Although I've never been a big fan of sociality and interaction of any type, this was the year that my teacher noticed that "something" was wrong. My teacher, Mrs. Smith, was a nice person, really cool, and we were good friends. Yes, I was friends with the teacher! I would always go to her class after school to help out, and I always had fun. I believe, though, that the main problems stemmed from the playground and lunchroom. Whenever we entered the latter, I would run to get a seat and get caught by the teacher... because a student who did the same thing seconds before wanted to have all attention from them. Of course, we all ran. The playground was where I got into my fair share of fights with other kids I knew. Never real fights, of course, just play fights. But they would always cry and I would get in trouble. Tough luck, I suppose.
Second grade is when things got relatively out of hand. I nearly had two heart attacks from meds I was taking for hyperactivity, and they were at two different times: once I had just arrived to school, and the other was at the beginning of church. Opposites, eh? Well, as fate would have it, this didn't get me any compassion from my ruthless teacher. She put me through hell, and I tried to do the same for her. It worked for me, 'cause she went crazy and I just brushed it all off. I was a "bad" kid I suppose, but only at school. Elsewhere I was reserved, calm, quiet, and self-reliant. But school was just that one place.
Third grade and forth grade will be omitted for privacy.
I did fifth grade twice because my mom taught me and didn't want me to leave her. So I made some friends and was a "popular" kid at that time. Pokémon was getting big, and everyone was a fan, so I picked up Silver, not realizing that for the next few years Pokémon would be my best friend. Fifth grade was nice, probably my best year(s), but the climax and downfall would come next.
In sixth grade, it was a new school and new friends. I worked up the social ladder again, and made some powerful allies. Yu-Gi-Oh was becoming big, so I jumped on that (and Dragonball Z, which would evolve from 2002-2003 to become my favorite, and only anime until 2004), and made some more allies that were also into it. Then, six weeks or so into it, I left. Where to? Home.
Since 2002, I've been homeschooled, and not looked back. It's made me all that I am, and wouldn't change it for the world. Homeschool has made me genuinely more intelligent than my peers, expanded my music taste beyond MTV and VH1, and developed some character beyond the trend-follower. I still love Pokémon, and watch DBZ every now and then, but generally, I'm more of an adult anime person. More is that I'm very musical, my tastes ranging from jazz to classical to hard rock to death metal. Whatever is good!
That, in a big nutshell, is my life to this point. Hope you enjoyed.
Politics and Otherwise
I really have no solid political standpoint, but I am liberal leaning. This in contrast to my Communist-Republican leanings of 2005 (such a contradiction, isn't it?). My most solid issues are on taboo topics: Gay marriage (OK), Intelligent Design (kick 'er to the curb), Abortion (when warranted!).
Aside from that, my ideology following life and such would be most aligned with these: Rationalism, Humanism, Nihilism, and Atheism. Atheism being the least favorite of my various -isms. I'm a big fan and avid follower of Richard Dawkins and I'm very against Ken Ham and his horrid teachings. Especially that creation museum thing. God, I've never seen so much bad science (and bible, for that matter), in my life!
I tend to be anti-creation in all forms (yes, ID is creation), and I hate those who try to undermine science to the gullible and do it in a way that is clearly invalid. It annoys me to death, I must say! But that's just me, and strangely enough, Shiva the destroyer (catch the reference to Bill Hicks?)
I'm also sternly anti-Microsoft and pro-iMac (and Apple, for that matter). I used Windows for ten years, constantly crashing, dying, getting viruses, getting worms, and being spied on by Microsoft (probably the government, too)... and I've not looked back since getting my 24" iMac on March 29, 2007. Mac is like the Nintendo of computer companies. It may have been behind for a while, but it's shaking the foundations now! Surprisingly, I don't like iPhone that much.
I can't live without my iPod 5G (60GB), and probably wouldn't want to. It's got over 2000 songs on it, and they get regular listens. I love my music taste, and without it, I've lost the very thing that makes me... me!
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Examples of Wikipedia being shat on
First and foremost, there's a huge travesty in the form of the Slipknot article recently listing their genre as debated and being black, death, thrash, or metalcore. None of those are true and it's fairly obvious. For those of you who have something to say, please do. I spoke out on the discussion page, and we'll see where that goes.
Until then, here's a rant: Rant via Last.fm
...and again: FUCK YOU SHITTY EDITORS OUT THERE FOR MAKING A TRAVESTY SUCH AS THIS.
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