Thursday, March 26, 2026

Should I call an exorcist? Why I can't get creepy guru Gabor Mate out of my mind (originally posted in 2023)

 

'Trauma expert' Gabor Mate says he bitterly REGRETS controversial Prince Harry interview because of 'demeaning, dismissive' backlash he faced - saying 'foofoo' surrounding it took over his life and made him 'lose himself'
  • Harry's conversation with the doctor, 79, was fiercely scrutinized back in March
  • At the time, it was revealed Gabor had previously made anti-Zionist comments
  • He has now addressed the backlash, admitting that it left him in a 'dark place'

'Trauma expert' Gabor Maté has admitted that he regrets his controversial interview with Prince Harry because the 'foofoo' surrounding it took over his entire life and made him 'lose himself.'

Back in March, the Duke of Sussex, 39, spoke with the the Hungarian-Canadian doctor, 79, about 'living with loss and the importance of personal healing,' while promoting his memoir Spare.

During their sit-down, which was live-streamed on the web and cost $33 to watch, Harry made a series of bombshell claims about growing up as a royal.


The conversation was fiercely scrutinized, especially after it was brought to light that Gabor had made a series of eyebrow-raising comments in the past - like comparing Hamas to the Jewish heroes of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising against the Nazis, defending Palestinian rocket fire at Israeli civilians, and branding Israel's government as terrorists.

He is also an outspoken supporter of decriminalizing drugs, and has used the Amazonian plant ayahuasca to treat patients suffering from mental illness. 

Now, the author and physician has addressed the public's 'demeaning, dismissive, and distorted' reaction to his chat with Harry, while revealing that it left him in a really 'dark place.'

'There was an incredible social media reaction to it, which was, for the most part, so negative and so demeaning and so dismissive and so distorted,' he said during a recent appearance on Steven Bartlett's The Diary of a CEO podcast.

'I barely even know how to talk about it. I thought by this age I would know better, but you know what, it really got to me.'

Gabor said the backlash left him in a 'really negative state of mind' and feeling like he 'lost himself' - leading to him eventually reaching out to a psychiatrist for help.

'I was in a dark place, I'm a human being like the rest,' he continued. 'It's so difficult to ask for help but I did.'


He accused the media of twisting his words and recalled them calling him things like 'stern, overbearing, and a merchant of pain.'

After speaking to a psychiatrist, however, Gabor said he later realized that his problems didn't have to do with the criticism, but rather, stemmed from an 'old unresolved wound' from his past. 

According to Gabor, he had reservations about talking to Harry from the start, since he was uncomfortable with the idea of making people pay to watch it.

Gabor said the backlash put him a 'really negative state of mind' and resulted in him feeling like he 'lost himself' during an appearance on Steven Bartlett's The Diary of a CEO podcast

The conversation was live-streamed on the web and tickets were priced at $33. People who watched it received a copy of Harry's book, Spare

'I had a gut feeling all along that I shouldn't agree the way they set it up. Because the way it was set up, to watch it, people had to buy a copy of Harry's book,' he explained. 

'I thought, "This is not fair, four million people have already bought the book. Why can't they watch this interview?" They had to buy another copy. 

'I believed this should be a free public service from two people who are having a very interesting conversation. 


'But out of sheer opportunism I agreed to it. I didn't follow my gut feeling. I agreed to something that I didn't really like. 

'Not that I didn't like the idea of talking with him, I didn't like the idea of putting myself behind a pay wall. I lost myself just in agreeing to do it.'

Despite his regrets about the interview, Gabor insisted that he 'doesn't care' what the public thinks of him anymore.

But he said he wants people to 'see him' for who he is and 'not some distorted version.'

'I don't care if people agree with me or if they refute my ideas, but I want them to see me and what I'm actually saying, not some distorted version created by their own minds,' he concluded. 

'So what if someone says [something bad about me]. I don't live in the press. I don't live in someone else's mind. Here I am. Let them think and say what they want.'

Gabor said that after the interview, he had to reach out to a psychiatrist for help, adding, 'I was in a dark place, I'm a human being like the rest.' Harry is seen during their chat


Gabor has more than two decades of experience working with people suffering from addiction and mental illness - and he fiercely believes that all of the problems we face as adults stem from trauma we endured as children

Gabor has been scrutinized for comparing Hamas to the Jewish heroes of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising against the Nazis, defending Palestinian rocket fire at Israeli civilians, and branding Israel's government as terrorists

He himself had a traumatic upbringing. He was born in Nazi-occupied Budapest in 1944, and when he was five months old his maternal grandparents were among the Jews murdered in Auschwitz. He was then taken from his mother and hidden with an aunt until the war ended. 


He is an outspoken supporter of decriminalizing drugs, and has used the Amazonian plant ayahuasca to treat patients suffering from mental illness. 

The psychedelic plant, which is taken as a brewed drink, causes people to experience hallucinations and other side effects, including vomiting - something Prince Harry has admitted to using to manage his 'trauma and pain.'

It remains illegal in the USUK, and Canada, and in 2011, Canadian officials threatened to arrest Dr Maté if he didn't stop using the drug to treat his patients. 

On top of his shocking anti-Zionist comments, Gabor has also contributed to a pro-Kremlin website that defends brutal regimes around the world and has spoken warmly of the spittle-flecked Pink Floyd star and alleged 'Putin apologist' Roger Waters.


OK THEN! Time for the blogger to intervene.

I have too much to say about Gabor Mate (and won't write a nasty poem about him, though I think I did once). I did meet the man back in 2003, interviewing him for January Magazine, an online publication which never paid me one red cent for all my hard work. He had just written his second book, When the Body Says No, which is one of those titles that sounds like a lot, but means very little. 

I think I was taken in by his guru-hood even then, though at the time he was still an actual doctor, a family practitioner working on the  cruel streets of Vancouver. He even gave me a tour of his downtown office, and showed me around the sights, i. e. the various addicts standing around in their different states of dereliction. He seemed hyper, severe, with an unreadable face that I was soon to learn only had one expression.

He's likely the only person I ever met who doesn't smile. I mean, he doesn't. In the rare "smiling" photos, it's more like a wince, with alarmingly dead eyes. He never laughs - I mean, he does not laugh. He was full of bombast during our coffee talks, but had no real warmth, no sense of the joy of living. In fact, I consider him one of the most joyless human beings I've ever met. And he cannot survive if he is not playing the role of the perpetual saviour.

Unfortunately, this has worked all too well for him, and his fans are cultish in their devotion. One even described him as "like having Jesus back here on earth". When you look at his detestable pro-Hamas views, his baffling and even frightening alliance with Russia, you've got to wonder how Jesus could have gotten so fucked up.

At any rate, though there's more, I am weary of the subject already and don't want to waste another brain cell on him. For all his Messianic posturing, the guy is about as resilient as an ice cube on a hot summer's day. There's no "there" there, no real substance, and no real joy.

The doctor has been unmasked, and he cannot stand it. In one breath he says people's comments nearly destroyed him, then immediately says he does not care two figs about what anyone says. Hypocrisy, much? Or is his memory so faulty he doesn't remember what he said just a minute ago? 


BLOGGER'S UPDATE. The recent photos of Mate bring to mind that statement, "You deserve your face at fifty." Add thirty years, and the photos tell the tale.  

A couple of things caused me to revisit this post from three years ago. I was ALL DONE with the whole Meghan and Harry debacle, until the formerly-known-as-Prince CREEP Andrew was hauled off to a prison cell for questioning about his scummy activities with Jeffrey Epstein. Somehow or other this dragged me back into the whole royal mess, including the H&M debacle, which has only escalated in recent times to the point of utter absurdity.

Just the other day I got a comment from someone who just discovered my original 2023 post on Mate's interview with Harry, likely due to all the royal kerfuffle going on right now. She agreed with me that the guy is disturbingly creepy, and so lofty he actually says things like "I'm human too", kind of like Meghan Markle saying, "I, too, get to make mistakes!" Do tell. I never realized. Whatever I objected to back then has only gotten worse, as he sets out the bait of his traumatized childhood (PLEASE not again!) and thousands still take the bait. 

I rediscovered a piece I wrote during the Prince Harry kerfuffle, when I felt the need to share some of my own past with this dried-up old bastard. I think it's well-written and has something to say, so I'll repeat it here. 


I knew Gabor Mate personally when he began to write bestsellers on ADHD, addiction, trauma, etc. I contributed to his book on addiction, In the Realm of Hungry Ghosts, but was never given credit for it. In fact, in the book he described me as "a manic-depressive with a long history of alcoholism" - just the way I want to be remembered! I don' t know why I let that go by, but I can no longer make excuses for him. It was a shameful way to describe any human being, let alone one you pretended to care about, then  ripped off and used.

The Gabor I knew when I first met him in 2003 no longer exists, and he drank his own Koolaid a long time ago and has become a particularly toxic kind of guru. It's not just the ayahuasca retreats he holds every year in South America (do a YouTube search under Gabor Mate ayahuasca, and see what come up). He believes EVERY single problem you have in life stems from childhood trauma.

But there are far worse things. The Daily Mail ran a slew of articles about him, which no one seems to have read - seven or eight at last count. I knew his political beliefs were extreme, but I had no idea he supports the Palestinian terrorists of Hamas (he says they are his heroes) and accuses Israel of horrible crimes such as ethnic cleansing. He has publicly defended two celebrities who made blatantly anti-Semitic remarks.

Odd that a Jew would do this, but being Jewish gives him some sort of immunity to criticism. If a non-Jew said all this, he'd be publicly shamed and lose all credibility. He also hauls out that trauma story of the Holocaust/being separated from his mother at EVERY event, every book, every interview, article, etc. It never fails to bring people on-side, but it's like MM's dish soap story – it works, because how can you NOT sympathize with a newborn baby being abandoned in Nazi Germany? But it's a cheap trick in my estimation, and cheapens the stories of other survivors.

To me, this is exactly like Harry constantly talking about "Mummy", monetizing her at every turn, and thinking it's basically her fault for "leaving" him. But Gabor Mate's well-documented anti-Israel beliefs caused a prominent rabbi in the US to speak out against Mate and actually tried to get the event cancelled. (Why isn't anyone talking about this? I have not seen ONE mention of it apart from the intensive coverage in the Daily Mail.) It's not a good look for H the Taliban-killer to publicly align himself with someone who is a known terrorist sympathizer, particularly with that little event that's coming up in May.



There's a lot more, as in the fact he told me he had an affair with one of his addict patients, and when that one ended in disaster, he started another one, nearly destroying his marriage. He publicly recommends (in his books) the Landmark seminars which have been compared to Scientology. And on and on it goes - this is just scratching the surface. The most ludicrous thing is that he claims to be an addict himself, so that he understands all the pain addicts go through, because he buys too many classical music CDs. I know this is unbelievable, but it’s right there in his book.

He is has become one of these guru types who tramples on boundaries, because he can. As far as I am concerned, he is a dangerous predator. There's a lot more, but I will say I think he lost his way a long time ago and just played into Harry's hands, basically echoing everything he believes and not challenging him at all. It seems to me no one has really done a deep dive on Mate, who has a devoted fan base of mostly women who want to mother him. If you google him, it’s all positive, but if you even skim the headlines on the Daily Mail website over the past few days, there are a dozen or so articles about this whole mess. Everything they are saying about him checks out. As with so many things, no one is looking deeply enough into his phony credentials, and many people still fairly worship him for the work he did with addicts 20+ years ago
.

Might it be possible that when he says he "lost himself", there really wasn't much left to lose?

Saturday, January 10, 2026

Meowy Cats SING!

 

Space Cats — Magic Fly


OK  THEN! If anyone is still reading this blog, you'd notice I'm mostly posting clips from YouTube. There's a reason for this! I can't play the damn things on YouTube. I want to film them off my monitor, then try to pass them off as my own content (sorry, that's what I do!). It's fun for me to tinker around, fingerpaint, as I like to call it - my tech vocabulary is VERY limited, but I do what I can. This is one of the first videos that truly entranced me. Can't do a clip of it, either! But it's fun. Share the joy!

P. S. Most of the "traffic" on my blog now consists of thinly-veiled ads for this or that. Most are in foreign languages. I know this isn't a good sign! Does this mean I've been "hacked"? With all the tomfoolery YouTube dishes out every day, I wouldn't be surprised. But what do they want from me? I'm only here to have fun. Fun hasn't done all that well on the internet in the past few years. But I'm trying my best! You can curse the darkness, or light all the candles on the birthday cake.

Friday, January 2, 2026

The! Ice! Is! Gonna! Break! Christopher Walken's Finest Moment

 

Peacock Display!

 

William Shatner: It's a weird world. AND I LOVE IT!💗💗💗

 

Crunchy Cat Luna: CRUNCH THAT KIBBLE!!

 

It's SUNDAY, SUNDAY (Much better than FRIDAY!)

 

Songs of the Pogo: Plinky, plunkety plank!

 

The PATHE ROOSTER: Best Film Logo EVER!

 


This is the 20th time I've tried to post this clip! I seemed to have forgotten how, then I remembered, then I deleted it. Now this SEEMS to be the clip! We'll see. It's my favorite film logo, the Pathe Rooster. You can have your Leo the Lion! I do wonder if there was a hint of satire at work here. Anyway, this is my first post of 2026, and I hope it won't be the last. Happy New Year! 

Saturday, December 20, 2025

The Adventures of Superman (1959): 💥SUPERMAN to the RESCUE!💥


PSSHHHHHHT! Superman comes in for a landing. This show was so primitive that it's laughable now, but we ate it up. George Reeves didn't really have the build for it, and he didn't look so good in tights, but it didn't seem to matter. And we won't get into the murky circumstances of his death. (The myth is that he committed suicide by jumping off a building, proving he really COULDN'T fly in real life.) 

My brother Arthur used to lie across the back of the sofa and make "pssshhhhh" sounds. I was actually pretty scared of that intense, dramatic opening: "It's a bird!" "It's a plane!", and it really was pretty creepy to see Reeves standing there suspended in the middle of space while everyone exclaimed about it, and an American flag flapped in the background. ("Truth! Justice! And the American Way!" I won't get into the irony of THAT statement.) 

Fun fact: the announcer doing the famous "yes, it's Superman" voiceover was  Bill Kennedy, a radio host who later did a TV movie show called Bill Kennedy Showtime which I watched on Detroit TV. He often reminisced about various movies in which he played bit parts, as well as his radio career. 


Thursday, December 18, 2025

Love, Health and Loss (. . . and Beethoven!)


Alrighty then, I wasn't going to either make this video or post it, but my return to Beethoven (and music in general), no doubt due to the death of Bohdan and other profound losses, I found myself just talking to the camera. Who else is there? There is no one I can be completely honest with. 

It's I guess bizarre to resort to this, but how can it hurt me? I hear such horror stories about the internet every day, and of course YouTube has harassed, censored and tried everything to rip down my harmless, supposedly fun and lighthearted hobby channel over the past 12 years or so. They take down things that are utterly harmless, issue dire warnings about comments I have made that are "bullying", "abusive" "harassing" and "threatening" towards public figures I will never meet (and how can I hurt them? They are public figures, and so long as I am civil, which I am for the most part. they are putting themselves under scrutiny. And I see videos which rip into these same people with every profanity you  can imagine, and they are allowed to stand.)

They tell me over and over again  that I have "violated community standards" - most recently, for a video I made when I found a large wild mushroom in my yard and did a closer look at it - with NO references whatsoever to ANYTHING to do with ANY drug! It was just  a mushroom and I found it interesting. Any child  could have watched it. But no. YouTube told me that I was, literally, using my channel to sell drugs. I contested it, and they said that after "careful review", my video did indeed violate all of YouTube's standards of decency and would soon be terminated if I didn't stop doing things like that.  Selling drugs. On my channel.  There were not even any joking references to "magic mushrooms"  or anything of the sort.

So why do I continue?

I guess I have to ask myself. I watched this video several times, then decided I WILL post it, as it's not excessively gloomy and it really does share my deepest thoughts and revelations right now. Whether it's hopeful or not, well, hope may be too much to ask for in this darkening world. 

I even posted it on Facebook, which is an exercise in utter futility, and NO ONE actually watches it. Not one. I can't even get into how this dynamic has played out for my entire life. If I get into that, I truly won't wake up in the morning.

So I want to keep  waking up, make no mistake, but I feel I am dodging depression the way I had to dodge cancer (this time).
So what will the next year bring? Another year. 

We'll see. I hope.


Wednesday, December 3, 2025

So did I take my health for granted? (The short answer: YES.)


OK then, I guess I break my own rules sometimes, regarding oversharing and droning on and on about health matters. (I won't say "issues"!). But sometimes I can't help myself. I even posted this on Facebook, knowing no one will even glance at it. Not sure why. But I do. . . 

The only time I feel happily absorbed is when I am actually creating content for the channel, the blog, etc. Posting it seems like an exercise in futility a lot of the time. Is this behind the virtual collapse of my bodily health? Could it be,  I finally had enough frustration, enough abandonment, enough being ignored even if it's my finest work?

Or am I just a little lonely?

I had my religion, such as it was, for decades, and AA, which was kind of the same thing in its clunky, primitive way. No thinking allowed. But I do think about drinking, haven't done it yet, but I do use THC oil as judiciously as I can to manage pain (NOT relieve it - that's too much to ask for). I also do it for the mental break, if I even get one. 

Some part of me says: OK then, didn't you get the memo? No one cares about what you have to share, they never did, it always fell flat no matter how hard you tried. Or did I try too hard? Someone will cut in about now and claim I didn't try hard enough.

Monday, December 1, 2025

The gaiety of grief

 


No less a legend than Dylan Thomas once wrote that "there is no gaiety so gay as the gaiety of grief." When I learned that a man I loved very much had committed suicide, I had to do something, so I made a collage out of old Christmas cards. Not only was it NOT sad, it was full of hope and beauty. I have no idea how I found those things in myself at this worst of all possible times. But I'd like to share it here. 

Lonely Hearts and Fractured Minds


I recently deleted a couple of blog entries that were just too depressing (read: too real). I badly needed a distraction, so I decided to watch one of the many movies I've recorded and just stockpiled. Hey, what about this one? I thought. I know it's good, so there will be no surprises.

So I ended up watching (for the tenth time) Lust for Life, starring Kirk Douglas. I knew the movie was brilliant, but I didn't expect it to "take me down" (as John Lennon said in Strawberry Fields). Douglas was too good in the role, looking and acting so much like Van Gogh that it was scary, and taking us down and down and down until we spiralled and sank along with him. 


Enlivening this harrowing scenario was Anthony Quinn, who won a well-deserved Oscar for playing Paul Gauguin. Believe me, I know Paul Gauguin, maybe better than I ever wanted to know him, from reading multiple biographies. He's the stockbroker who ran away from his wife and children (and a life of respectability) to sleep with 13-year-old maidens in Tahiti, before dying of syphilis in his 40s. Along the way, he casually tipped over the known art world and smiled as he watched it fracture, splinter and sink.



Ferocious as Douglas is in his painfully accurate portrayal of Vincent, Quinn just walks off with it, tall and fierce and ruthless ("I like my women fat, vicious and not too bright!"). Two powerhouse actors like these should have cancelled each other out, but they don't. There's a moment when they are arguing (like they do most of the time), and they are tete a tete - face to face so that their profiles almost touch, and it's so perfect. There's respect for each other in this nearly-comic pose, to the point where they can each let the other be their wild, sometimes irrationally crazy selves.


And this photo, taken during a break in the shooting, emphasizes the way they keep out of each other's way, and the respect inherent in recognizing brilliance in each other. Two legendary actors at the very top of their game. (And Kirk Douglas had a profile to die for!

But hard on the heels of this exhausting spellbinder, I made another mistake. I opened the Glen Book, which is a binder full of correspondence I kept up with Glen Allen, a Canadian journalist who eventually committed suicide after 65 grinding years of alcoholism and bipolar disorder.

Familiar ground for me, as I've suffered from, and with, both of those conditions, and it's easy to feel cursed by such a thing, when others literally have no idea. This is why Glen and I connected so closely. I never even met the man, in fact it all started with a fan letter I wrote to him for his deeply-moving account of struggling with addiction in The Morningside Papers. But he actually answered me, in his uniquely graceful and melancholy style. And the exchange of letters continued for almost ten years, until I lost touch with him around 2000.


Then at the end of  2005, I opened the Globe and Mail to find a book review I had written for them, and - .

There he was, his picture, with his obituary, describing the tragic  circumstances of his death. He had been hospitalized yet again for depression (and he had undergone ECT numerous times, though with ever-diminishing benefits), and this time he couldn't take it any more. He overdosed on pills, then wandered off, and he was found frozen to death the next day beside some railroad tracks.

This, combined with Kirk Douglas hacking off his ear and shooting himself in the heart, did not help my already-sinking mood, and I wished I had left Glen and his travails in the past where they belonged. He killed himself almost exactly twenty years ago, when I was in the most fragile state I had ever been in (to date - let's not try to look ahead too much). I don't know how I made it through that time, and I didn't have Glen to write to then, but he was suffering in  a way I could barely imagine. He had already tried to kill himself by overdosing and passing out on shore (this was Saint John, New Brunswick, where my kids were born), and waiting for  the tide carry him out. It didn't work, but there was brain  damage, followed by a stroke. Even his brilliant ability to write, to keep a record, began to falter, the worst fate for someone whose writing kept him alive when nothing else worked.


Worst of all was the photo. I had several pictures of Glen when he was doing well, and he was almost handsome in a soft-faced way, like a middle-aged boy. He looked sensitive and sweet, and vulnerable. But in this last photo, which was part of a police report after he had gone missing from the hospital, he did not look like any version of him I had ever seen.

He was listed as being 6' 2" and 150  pounds. Earlier photos showed a man who was quite stocky, probably well over 200 pounds, and here was this wraith, this unnaturally starved-looking man with uncanny eyes, just like two headlamps glistening in a way I recognized from my own bouts of mania. His front tooth had broken off, which added to the feeling  that this couldn't possibly be him. But this is what his disease had reduced him to, a wraithlike figure with feverish eyes and a sort of eerie half-smile with a missing tooth.

I was going to scan and post those pictures, and found that I couldn't. Instead I found the tribute I wrote which was published in the Globe, with a picture that reflects who he really was, until mental illness ate him alive.


So why do I do this to myself? I don't know, and this entry may soon be deleted like the last two. But maybe not. I don't feel hopeless now, but I am struggling, and I do keep wondering if this is my last year on earth, or at least my last year with some semblance of health.

And Christmas is coming. Glen once wrote about his two "slips", lapses in his hard-won sobriety, once at an airport and again at Christmas, "those twin museums of lonely hearts". 


I  recognize the horror in how he ended it, but he had a deep  and abiding compassion for the down-and-out, and even counselled people in halfway houses who were trying to make their way back to some semblance of a normal life. "It is so hard," he told me. The fact he was found frozen beside the railroad tracks had a sort of macabre poetry to it that he might have appreciated.

"Whether 'tis nobler in the mind. . . " And don't think I haven't thought about it - I keep a stockpile of pills that I have hoarded over the years, just in case.  I no longer frequent airports, but that other museum of  lonely hearts, Christmas, is speeding towards me like an inexorable set of headlights. 

But I keep getting up in the morning. So far. 

Glen would have wanted it that way.

Saturday, November 29, 2025

Someone Left the Cake Out in the Rain

 




Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance




Between the parted pages we were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants






MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh noooooo






I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
Birds like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers, by the trees




MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh noooooo




(Short instrumental interlude)




There would be another song for me
For I will sing it
There would be another dream for me
Someone will bring it




I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life, you'll still be the one




I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it




I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
Oh, after all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you - and wondering why




(VERY long instrumental interlude)

MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet, green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain






I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh noooooo, o-oh no-ooooo





Friday, November 28, 2025

Luna the Crunchycat: CRUNCH THAT KIBBLE!

 

Sometimes, the simplest videos are the best. I never get tired of this little sweetie, her glamorous eyes, her squeaky little meow, and her nose-dimple as the crunches away ferociously at kibble.

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Bela Lugosi Laughs!

 

Naughty but Nice: Scandalous Victorian Postcards!

 



I love Victoriana, and these ads and "naughty" poses just breathe the attitudes of the times. I think women had to wear corsets to anchor those huge and voluminous skirts, but - in this case, sometimes that's all they're wearing.

My cat is ready for his closeup! Bentley's in the picture


This is an old video, I confess, but it's a goodie. It actually looks as if it has been planned, the way Bentley both mirrors and claws against the images, as if he can climb right into the screen. 

Thursday, November 13, 2025

The longest troll description in history!


Vintage 1964 12 inch Dam Things Est. Iggy Normus Troll Doll Toy New Outfit AS IS

US $66.99
ApproximatelyC $93.83
Condition:
Used
VNTG 1964 12 inch Dam Iggy Normus troll doll toy in AS IS condition, came to me as a rescue troll: 

Vintage 1964 Dam Things Establishment 12 inch Troll Doll Girl Toy in AS IS condition. She has been personally named Monique and she is ready to find her forever home. Please be sure to check out all her pictures!  Monique was originally a rescued troll girl doll with some obvious vinyl issues which will be mentioned why she is an AS IS troll doll in detail. She came to me in her birthday suit so I felt inspired to dress her in something splashy and exciting: new filmy and sparkly aqua colored, ruffle style, gathered dress, layered underneath with matching aqua tulle and sparkly yellow gathered underskirt. I have added a large, bright yellow colored satin bow pinned on top of her head and a yellow rosette attached to top of her gathered dress, Velcro closure on backside. Unfortunately her turquoise satin shoes are a bit too small to fit her wide/long troll feet so one of the shoe laces has been tied into a bow and is hanging from her right wrist that includes her very own Little Tykes graduate 3.5 inch Dam/Norfin troll doll tucked inside of the shoe. Her Little Tykes Dam/Norfin troll has blue fun fur hair and amber plastic eyes that have become cloudy with time. Her original amber glass eyes had numerous air bubbles and honestly looked a bit blah with her very pretty turquoise Icelandic sheep fur and new aqua dress so she has new beautiful replaced blue glass eyes, no cracks. Monique has her original turquoise Icelandic sheep fur in very good shape overall, ever so slightly frizzy/fuzzy but nice and full overall. Monique is in AS IS condition because her previous owner(s), likely a child who did not know better and (possibly had too much time on their hands) put noticeable shallow pin size holes sporadically on her nose, on one of her cheeks, on both of her ears, her right ear pin hole is pierced slightly a bit deeper right where you would put an earring), and around and above her eyebrows. Also, there are several noticeable pin size holes on the front of her body, two on on her tummy and upper armhole and on both of her hands. There is also a very noticeable 1/4 inch length, slightly penetrated, raised vinyl scratch causing slightly discolored mark on the right corner of her mouth.  I have no idea how this occurred by previous owner(s) but it is best to point it out, see close up pictures. Monique is stamped, Dam Things Establishment on the back of her neck and the bottom of her feet, hard American vinyl, jointed head only.  She has airbrushed, rosy cheeks, there are several little noticeable cheek rubs, overall very nice vinyl coloring.  On both sides of her waist where her armpit is has some very slight vinyl cracks, a very common occurrence with 50 something vintage Dam Things trolls. There may be some vinyl discoloration, very minor spots or stains and can be expected after 50 some years.  Other than what has been mentioned, there are no other observable chew marks, spots or stains that I can see.  Monique overall, is in good, but obvious played with condition with AS IS considerations, she is a 1960s 12 inch Dam Troll Est. troll in her all new party dress, designed to enhance her very best troll features with all her boo boos mentioned and in troll ready display condition.  Please feel free to ask any and all questions, I aim to please! I am always happy to combine shipping!  I hope you will consider checking out my other troll auctions available!  Please add me to your favorite sellers list and thank you again for taking the time to check out my trolls available on eBay.  

BLOGGER'S NOTE: Never have I seen a longer or more detailed description of a troll for sale! She is pushed as a "rescue troll", whatever THAT means (and some of my purchases look to be in need of "rescue"). It goes on and on, continually telling us she is sold "as is" (to avoid possible requests for a refund), and while most  listings say very little, or even nothing, this is a kind of masterpiece of selling. BTW, the shipping charges are $55.32, so you'd have to fork over roughly $150.00. Not a bad price for an "Iggy Normous" troll, but there are so many caveats here that I don't think I'd go for it.

I hope someone buys her! But it won't be me.