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Stephanie Mabey: If I Were A Zombie

by Lucky Red Hen on October 14, 2011

This is my new favorite song, If I Were A Zombie, and it’s available on her site as a FREE (what, what?) download :D I’ve been listening to it on repeat… ’cause I’m a freak like that (don’t hate me for being so cool). Here’s her YouTube video of it (but I prefer the .mp4 version better).

If I Were A Zombie

But you can hate me for not being able to make that show as a video (argh! I’m not a computer programmer… wait, but I sleep with one, so I should be able to figure it out, right?)

Stephanie has a KickStarter.com account to raise money for finishing her album. I love hard-working artists who have talent and the gumption (is that a word? I should look it up to be sure but I’m too lazy to click over…) to get stuff done, so I contributed enough to earn me a pre-release download of her album :D Do you wanna? The link is below this paragraph… I know it’s not pretty, but you’ll be okay, I’ll hold your hand (holding… can you feel it? I’m a good hand-holder, promise. I’m a better hugger, but today I’m passing out hand holding’s and saving the hugs for another time, when you need it… unless you need it now, do you? Then I would give you one now, because I’m not a hug denier, no way!)

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/stephaniemabey/wake-up-dreaming

The first time I heard Stephanie’s music was last Friday, at the Rooftop Concert Series in Provo, UT. She was the opener, Dustin Christensen sang many of his own songs (plus a Tom Petty classic) from his new album (his voice is smooth like butter, and so clean), and The Lower Lights rocked all our faces off (seriously, you should’ve seen the ground, faces all over the concrete!) with their amazing instrument prowess, delicious harmonies, dapper dressing (especially in the frigid, damp and cold weather that night), and melodic spin on classic hymns. Their A Hymn Revival album is my all-time favorite (so far, but they’re coming out with another PLUS a Christmas album so I might have to change my tune after I hear those; but for now, theirs is it!)

The Lower Lights

And if you love Jesus, you may also enjoy listening to their ‘Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus like I have over and over andoverandoverandover this morning since I’ve downloaded it (it’s not included in any of their albums, it’s separately $1… worth every penny (although I didn’t pay with pennies, but that’s not the point.)

‘Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus

Hope you like the Zombie song :) If not, then that’s ok, I guess.

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A Zombie Shoot at Wade’s Eastside Guns

by Lucky Red Hen on February 16, 2011

The other day, Victor changed his Facebook profile photo to one of him at Wade’s Eastside Guns. Within minutes, Mike commented that he’d like to go with him next time. Because of FB’s clever cross-post-update-notifying, I saw the thread and invited myself, “I’d go with y’all. I pack my own heat ;)” Within two hours we had made plans to go five days later.

Here we are at our lane (you can have up to three people at each lane, which saves some cashola; first person fee is $15 and the next one to two are $10 each).

Here’s Victor getting some impromptu gun wisdom from a friendly Wade’s worker. ALL the staff that night were extremely helpful, knowledgeable, and encouraging.

The following two paragraphs in gray are about death (so skip it if you’re squeamish or don’t want to read it)…
The first time I heard about Wade’s was in 1997, right after a new friend was at the range with a girl who was trying a pretty powerful, unfamiliar gun. She had shot one bullet at the target. The gun recoiled up and shot again. That second shot pushed the gun back once more so that it was pointing behind her. Automatic reaction is to pull the gun down to the front, but in doing so her finger put pressure on the trigger and another shot fired and he was behind her, getting shot in the neck. He died before reaching the hospital. As soon as we all heard, shock fell upon us and remained for most of the week as his family came to town, we helped empty his apartment, and funeral arrangements were being made. It was an open casket funeral. At first I didn’t want to look (I’d rather his cute face show up in my memory instead of one without his spirit in it), but I guess that curiosity got the best of me because I got in line to pay my condolences see for myself how the mortician managed to mask the wound. They ended up wrapping his neck up with white fabric, making it look like an old-fashioned high collar, Mr. Darcy style. He looked, lovely. Really. As much as you would expect in that condition.

I’m not sure where the girl is now. She moved about a year later and we all lost touch with her. I think of her randomly; more often than him (sad). She’s probably felt alone since the accident, so that’s probably why it’s only when I’m alone that thoughts of her pass through. Hope she’s found peace. I know he has.

This is Mike, a.k.a. Bonnie’s dad, taking out Zombie Tom…

…Victor working on a target with my .38 special (wasn’t his favorite)…

…and me, concentrating on Zombie Tom. Victor bet me a dollar I couldn’t get Zombie Tom “downstairs” in one shot. Yeah, I’m a dollar richer ;) See the last picture for proof of my money shot, just under the belt buckle (close enough). Oh, the other thing about this action shot is that one of the staff tried getting me to change my posture EVEN THOUGH I HAD FIRED 3 SWEET ON-THE-BLACK SHOTS (he didn’t see them, just noticed my stance) and didn’t ask for instruction. But I listened and did what he told me for several rounds before I shook it off and went back to my way (straighter back, not bent forward at the waist like I’m pushing a grocery cart). That’s probably good form for others, but it did a number on my back muscles.

Mike proudly showing off his cluster of four shots. That would blow his head off if we were being attacked by (paper) Zombie’s!

Vic couldn’t show you where he hit Zombie Tom with the .38 because I’m not sure that he did, but he was able to get him a couple times with the 9 mil he’s holding in the photo.

I might’ve gotten him once with the 9 mil but my .38 worked just fine. It’s a gun my dad got for me in my early 20’s after I went shooting with him at an outdoor range. My first shot with a .22 hit my metal target and I was hooked. Guess all that practicing at Circus Circus as a child paid off! I’m a master at winning the watergun in the clown mouth to blow up a balloon until it pops game. Too bad the prizes aren’t worth paying to play.

Here’s a better close-up of Zombie Tom. Well worth the 2 bucks for him (the other small, bullseye targets are only four for $1). My aluminum bullets aren’t allowed on the range, so I had to buy (at a premium price, I’m sure) bullets from them for $19 ish (eye and ear protection is free).

The place was packed on a Friday night. Lots of guys firing LOUD hand guns and some just popping them off as fast as they could pull the trigger. Definitely a building full mostly of testosterone, a few geeks with really good aim and many trying-to-be buff guys showing off to each other. They run a tight ship at Wade’s, making sure that people follow the safety rules and help out willingly. I’ll be going back… maybe on a Tuesday when it’s Ladies Day 1/2 Price ;)

[remember to check yesterday’s post to enter the Nie Nie Dialogues 2011 calendar]

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