I Haven’t Really Watched The News

But when I have inadvertently switched it on, this is all I see…

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Stockpiles
And doom and gloom
Leadership
And confidence looms
Negative this
And bad for that
Companies fleeing
Like escaping rats
Can’t go there
Mustn’t do this
What happens next
Is worse than this
No way forward
No way back
Half in half out
Must stay in tact
Media says failure due
But then they would;
It’s what they do
They love a good failure
This is plain to see
But their one-sided reports
Miss the positivity

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We are being drip-fed negativity constantly.

Shine a Light on the good stuff!

I don’t do politics on my blog because everyone has a difference of opinion, and it is a wonderful fact that they do; but I think there is a very fine line between news and propaganda, and what I see, when I see it, seems very one-sided. Although that could just be me, with the wool only being pulled over one eye.

Regardless, here’s my Positivity Candle, with an imbued spell to diminish the gloom for the good of all…

A Moany Six Word Saturday post. (…With a positive slant!)

Signals From Outer Space

“What do you mean they’ve heard us?!” Bellowed plutoCen Kr’Dorir as he shattered his lectern with another of his trademark single punches. Shards of the reinforced and unbreakable plastic/metal compound material shot in all directions around the Council Chambers, causing several of the delegates to dive for cover, and embedding themselves into the reinforced clothing worn by others, in readiness for such a situation. plutoCen Kr’Dorir was positively fizzing – and not in a good way.

Unfortunately, the new Ambassador of Makemake wasn’t properly attired, and a lengthy shard punctured the sleeve on her expensive and delicate tunic.

plutoCen Kr’Dorir simply glared and looked toward his media spokesman. “Sort that” he bellowed, thumbing in the ambassador’s direction, “and then come with me to the War Rooms so we can discuss this matter in private.”

“Me, plutoCen?” Rep Alno Stonerav’n stuttered, as he pulled second-in-command El-Smala to her feet.

“YOU???” the plutoCen was now very red in the face. “Of course not. I was referring to plutoTwo El-Smala. Why on Pluto would I want a media spokesman in a private meeting? You will get the twisted facts when we are ready, and not before.” He then promptly walked out of the chamber and through an old wooden door which led into the really old part of the Chambers.

El-Smala gushingly apologised to the ambassador, and left her in Rep Alno’s hands and promptly followed the plutoCen. Rep Alno looked at the ambassador with a gentle smile. “You know he’s a tad hot-tempered, don’t you?” He asked. The ambassador rolled her eyes and poked a finger through the hole in the sleeve with a sigh.

Through the heavy wooden door, the plutoCen’s voice could still be clearly heard, as though he was still in the room. The remaining delegates in the Chamber gathered quietly round the door, including Makemake’s ambassador.

“What do you mean they’ve spotted our drones? What are drones” followed by mumbled muffling.

“At their airports in their United Kingdom? Our surveillance spheres have been noticed?” More muffled words. “Grounded? Hahaha! That will teach them for interfering. Did they get our sphere?” Even more muffling. “Good! Try another of their countries, just to see how sophisticated the are.”

Another round of muffled words was followed by a very strong string of plutonian expletives, some which hadn’t been heard for several decades. The ambassador almost collapsed in shock, but Rep Alno still had hold of her. She gazed lovingly into his eyes, but the plutoCen’s voice carried once again through the wood and any thoughts of flirting quickly faded away.

“Keep up the interference with their voting options. Their Eurovision Song Contest is coming up, so we can influence their choices if we continue bombarding them with the radio signals.” Muffling. “WHAT??? THEY’VE DISCOVERED THEM TOO??? They think they’re from where?” Muffling. “Distant galaxies? GOOD. They won’t trace it to us then. Keep on.” More muffling. “ALIENS??? They think they could be coming from aliens??? How very dare they! We are not aliens.” More muffling. “Ah. Aliens from other galaxies. I see. Keep them thinking about that country they blame everything on. Keep them focussing on the negatives. Keep confusing them with this Brexit they continually go on and on and on about. Actually, send a sphere over one of their capital cities so that they see it. That will really churn up the thoughts.”

Suddenly, the Makemake ambassador sneezed very loudly, and as the gathered crowd glared at her, some gesturing her to be quiet, the wooden door flung open and the plutoCen stood looking at them all, his face as livid as usual. With nowhere for them to run to quickly, and knowing they had all be caught eavesdropping first hand, they each in turn sheepishly grimaced.

A voice bellowed out from the ambassador’s stomach.

“Ambassador Wamlam, please respond urgently. We have had a malfunction, and half of the plutoCen’s conversation has been broadcast all over the Solar System. Our agents around Earth have picked up the signal, but we don’t think the Earthlings have – or if they have they haven’t got them clearly. We can’t get too close as they are sending up their weather generator clouds again. Please respond as this is a matter of utmost urgency which necessitated breaking radio silence.”

“WHAT???!!!” the plutoCen’s scream went off the scale. He punched through the wooden door, sending shards of it across the chambers, and the gathered delegates once again diving for cover. Rep Alno hastily dragged the ambassador away and was ushering her to the exit, as she tried to pick wooden splinters out of her other sleeve. “This way, ambassador. I’ll get us away. I didn’t like this job anyway… my boss thought the stories I sent back were always ridiculous, biased and inaccurate. I mean to say, you heard it all here first and it still sounds unbelievable!”

Continuing the intermittent Pluto Rising story. You never know, there may even be a part four sometime in the future!

PART ONE

PART TWO

Never was my nose so bulbous

Proboscis.
Dainty as a flower it sounds.
Though not in the elongated appendage from the head of an animal description
In dictionaries the definition abounds.
My hooter is now a proboscis.
Not dainty by any means.
The size of a house and as bright and shiny as the Moon
Or so it seems.
The mirror never lies
Although the truth may be somewhat hidden
Like my top lip beneath the snout what I am now ridden.
My conk has always been large
Round and regal some in the know would say
But lately it’s its own archipelago
Though not volcanic, I hope and pray.
My nose is now a beacon
Like Rudolph’s only better
Much larger, rounder, shinier and distinguished
And thankfully not much wetter.
My bulbous nose is there first,
The face arrives seconds later
But never in my %@#*& years
Has its presence been much greater.

Please note: this is a piece of nonsense writing and is in no way a reflection of yours truly whose nose remains unaffected, unchanged and most succinctly unbulbous in any manner of imagination, real or otherwise.

Well, that was 2018!

And just how quickly did that go? As the time flew by so quickly in 2018, here’s a quick recap of blog related facts and figures, interspersed with a few trips backwards and forth through time itself. You can’t say I don’t do research for this blog!

The top ten countries with the most visits to call by Beyond The Sphere in 2018 were (in no particular order)…

United Kingdom
United States of America
Turkey
Canada
Romania
South Africa
New Zealand
India
Malaysia
Australia

From the top three, one country had 3699 visits, one had 3680 visits and one had 703 visits. Which country is which? I hear you wonder… well, you shall have to read on to find out!

Random facts…

To count from 1 to 3699, it would take roughly an hour. Try it and see!

3680 seconds is equal to one hour, one minute and twenty seconds.

In England, back in 703, nine different kingdoms were ruled by nine different kings, with two kings ruling one kingdom, and one king ruling two. Things were never easy back then…

Kingdom of Northumbria
King Ealdfrith (685–704/705)

The Britons

King Geraint (c.670–c.710)

Dumnonia

Geraint of Dumnonia (c.700–c.710)

Kingdom of East Anglia

King Ealdwulf (663–c.713)

Kingdom of Essex

Co-King Sigeheard (694–709)
Co-King Swæfred (694–709)

Kingdom of Kent

King Wihtred (c.693–725)

Mercia

King Æthelred I (675–704)

Kingdom of Sussex

King Noðhelm (692–717)

Kingdom of Wessex

King Ine (688–726)

As years go, 2018 was rather quiet compared to previous years. The busiest month for visitors here was February.

Random fact…

In Welsh, February is ‘y mis bach’, which translates to Little Month.

The top six commenters during 2018 were (once again in no particular order):

Prenin, Beverly (BCParkison) Diane Henders, Visionkeeper, Sue Dreamwalker and Raili (from SoulGifts). So, that is the USA, Canada, the UK and Australia represented – but do these countries appear in the top three visits list above? Hehehe! Keep reading!

I posted 309 times (310 including this post), and those 309 posts held 71,261 words. I’d actually typed many many more words, but with my atrocious typing (and hindrance from Fingers, my Inner Typist) I’ve gotten through eight backspace keys.

Random Fact…

The first film on page 309 of the 1988 book by Leonard Maltin, ‘TV Movies and Video Guide’, is ‘Fathom’… a 1967 fast-paced tongue-in-cheek spy caper starring Raquel Welch. I’ve never seen it.

I’ve been liked, well, I say ‘I’ but I mean my posts, a total of 3,473 times during 2018. I’ve been viewed (and I refer you to my previous comment!) 177,611 times. I’m grateful for each one.

Random Facts…

The year 3473 begins on a Wednesday. The calculator didn’t go up to 177611, but I have a feeling that year begins on a Wednesday as well.

Feel GOOD! was my most used category during 2018. I use Feel GOOD! for anything, as I think no matter what Feeling Good is always the basis for the next best thing… even if my posts weren’t quite as good as they could have been, there is always the chance the next one will make up for it. Or maybe not, but whatever.

And that’s it for 2018. I shall see you again in 2019, so Happy New Year! to one and all.

Oh, I did promise. The countries with the highest visits were… ah well, just have a look at the map. Stats are fun, but they aren’t everything, are they?