The Big Clarissa
Coleman Comeback
by Clarissa Coleman 

Oh, jiminy! Thanks for whatever good thoughts you sent me, folks! And if you didn’t, I wish you all a long burning eternity in hell. Somebody must have been on my side because I got the part! Yippie! Perhaps you couldn’t read it in this small, mocking font.

I GOT THE PART!!! I GOT THE PART!!! I GOT THE PART!!!

Just to verify, in case you just read that part and think you accidentally went to Rok Finger’s column on some spiel about penile implants, the part I got was of Shelly, the resourceful and somewhat ingenious desert island castaway on the new action show Archipelago Law.

None of it should come as much of a surprise, seeing as how I mentioned I had the audition and felt pretty good about it last go-round. Of course I didn’t mention the show title—what, like I’m going to advertise to a bunch of wanna-bes the location of the next big audition? Forget it, I like keeping the competition reasonable. But let’s just say once I gave them my Bilbo Baggins monologue from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Rings, there really wasn’t any competition. Producer Matt Viggoschultz had a feeling that I was the one for the job, he wasn’t disappointed by my performance, or not significantly disappointed anyway; a little disappointment is normal.

I’ve met some of the other actors already and they are extremely talented, a great bunch to work with. Sure, there are a few of them I’ll have to whip into shape, give them some quick lessons in the entertainment biz I’ve picked up over the years the hard way, but I can see them being around for years. Especially with infomercials going stronger than ever.

I’m not normally drawn to drama, I’ve been a natural for comedy since I was 6, but I was intrigued by the challenge, as well as the prospect of getting paid for work. Between the exotic locale—Vancouver—and the great writing, not to mention the sexy costumes, it’s a can’t-miss show. Not like my can-and-will-miss shows over the years like Cat Cop and That 1870’s Show.

This show is banking in no small part on my talent, I can tell you that. The main star is John Flomp as Sheriff Burger, but the next biggest character after THAT… well, it’s Nuge, the Kooshkoosh Tribal Leader; but after THAT, it’s Kiko, the Bendari Tribal Leader. Then it’s Dr. Cope, the medicine person, then the inventor Professor Hannibal, the sexy lawyer Vicki Scarlet, then the twins, then the nameless, mysterious mute character, but after THAT, it’s all Clarissa Coleman.

And I got a fantastic contract when my agent negotiated for the role—say what you will about Dusty, or read some of my past columns and let all that stuff stand, but he’s a shark underneath that very frail, fragile exterior. I didn’t get any more money, really, and points on merchandising or syndication rights were right out, but I did get an “and” before my name. And I’m listed last, folks—after the first credit there’s no more important credit for a regular than “and Clarissa Coleman.” Unless that’s not your name, but your name is what I mean. Don’t be stupid.

Yep, Hollywood has come back to me, begging and pleading, after all these years. I know I practically shit confidence, but in complete honesty there’s always been some part of me, as I think is the case with most former child stars, that whispers the question, “What if you’re a one-hit wonder?”

I can now say with utmost certainty: The world is about to see I’m a two-hit wonder.

The Audition
I don’t usually tell you about auditions, I know. I like to keep some secrecy, some little things private to myself. That and I forget about them until the last minute most of the time. But this is different. This is no piddlin’ “Hey, Remember the Songs of the ‘80s?” infomercial audition.

Home for the Horrordays
It’s hard to complain about my brother and sister, they’re not really to blame for anything—between having my parents for their parents and having my shadow to live in all their lives, it’s amazing they aren’t screwed up.

I Want to Be a Cartoon
I went to my agent, Dusty—I call him that because he’s so old his skin has flaked into a fine layer of powder over his entire body—and told him to get me some voice work. He sent me to a telemarketing firm, so I obviously went back and had to straighten things out with him.

The Net Lacks Fake Nude Clarissa Coleman Pics
Nothing says you’re off Hollywood radar when there’s nobody trying to fake your nudity on the web. That’s how you know Martha Raye and Phyllis Diller are hopelessly past their prime. I think I even saw a site with faked Dionne Warwick nude pics.