Monthly Archives: October 2010

Kage Baker always cooked a feast on Halloween. Pork roast, corn, stuffing – grain, bread, autumn vegetables, and the sacred meat of that fairie-bred creature, the pig. It’s a Welsh thing, the pork. You gotta read the Mabinogion to understand … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never felt a single day was enough in which to do justice to a good holiday. Especially one with a lot of buildup – you can’t anticipate for weeks and weeks, and then discharge all that celebratory energy … Continue reading →

Kage Baker much admired sleight of hand. She knew well that people see what they expect to see. The human mind fills in the gaps in what the eye actually reports, and it fills those gaps with what is most … Continue reading →

Kage Baker, as is well known, loved chocolate. She liked a lot of candy but nothing as much as theobromos. Her fondness was so well known that she got chocolate from strangers in the mail; people came up to her … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never missed Halloween Night. Most of them, she was out running around with a head tucked underneath her arm, filching Hershey Bars from the small relatives we were body-guarding. When the kids were back home and had retreated … Continue reading →

Kage Baker loved trick or treating. Not surprising, in someone who so liked Halloween and who never, ever forgot a moment of a cherished childhood. She contrived ways to keep trick or treating, too,  until nearly the year she died. … Continue reading →

Kage Baker never forgot jokes. She never forgot anything. She had two main laughs. The first, better known one, was a whispery snorted  “heh heh”; everyone who knew her heard her do that. The second, though – that was a … Continue reading →

Kage Baker did not deal with machinery. She interfaced with it gingerly, tolerating moving parts and current as long as they did their jobs quietly and required no attention from her. At the first sign of rebellion, she’d abandon her … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was, as I have hinted, a monster snob. She had clear ideas of what constituted the classics, and scorned what she considered to be the etrange nouveau. Every now and then, the iron magnolia in her genetic heritage … Continue reading →

Kage Baker was a classicist in her monster preferences, as she was in so many areas of her life. Mind you, we grew up just before the modern monsters began proliferating on the movie screen – no Freddie, no Jason, … Continue reading →