Superstar!

While practicing split jerks at the gym, we often evoke the name of Mary Katherine Gallagher and her iconic self-laudatory pose. Hey – it works for me.  In fact, one day I didn't think I'd be able to stop saying it even when the weight started getting heavy and the exclamation tended toward a grunt.  

But this isn't about being a superstar in my own mind; this is about the truth of my stardom.

After hours of secretive, but exhaustive research, my 13 year-old unearthed the movie in which I starred (as an extra) during my sophomore year in high school: The Coming.  Now, I know what you’re thinking – What in the hell kind of crap did that impressionable little girl have to wade through in the sea of internet porn when searching for The Coming? None, apparently. It was renamed Burned at the Stake before going to cable in the 80s, but it seems to have later reverted back to The Coming perhaps when someone became informed that no witches in Salem were actually burned at the stake.

Using both names in the search yielded quick results.

Without further ado, here is my moment of superstardom.  It happens at 13:35, so don’t blink.

The entire horror(ific) movie can be seen in six parts on YouTube.

Okay. Since I’m nothing if not giving, here is a still of that moment to save you the trouble of loading up this lovely little bit of digital detritus. 

There I am, bottom right-hand corner (my cousin is behind me). 

We filmed this at night in the Witch Museum. That was fun. 

And, here I am again pretending to listen to the historic-cum-histrionic ramblings of our ill-fated teacher.

Best of all, however, I have discovered that through Mr. Bacon, I am only four degrees of separation from Nathan Fillion.

See? Superstar!