Say It Ain't So!

I am still in disbelief this morning, as the unimaginable happened last night on Top Model. My front runner pick Kyle was dismissed. In fact, my two original ponies (Kyle and Bre) were the bottom two girls last night. I am seriously off my game.

I can only hope that Kyle will read this -- Kyle you're beautiful and Tyra was just jealous. You will survive, who needs ANTM! Remember last season: Britta, the first girl to get booted off, landed a contract with Ford Models in LA -- what did runner up Kahlen get? Nada!

Seriously, what were they thinking. Kyle was very striking, had won two challenges, and is so much better than some of the girls who are left (um you know who you are: Nik, Jayla and Bre).

While Nicole does take nice pictures, she is so blah in person - not top model material. She just doesn't do it for me. But, I think she might be the winner.

Kim is an enigma to me. I give her props for being the token lesbian, for pulling off this weeks "girlie" photo shoot, having a pretty face and she has been improving week to week. But there is just something about her that rubs me the wrong way.

I am so distraught that I might stage a boycott and not watch the rest of the season. Note to UPN: Bring back Kyle as a wild card!!!

I also must give props to Kristin Bell and the cast of Veronica Mars. The show rocks! I missed the tail end of last season, something else was on the same night. But I am back on the wagon and enjoying the ride.

Also, a special note...I am eagerly anticipating Top Model week on UPN. Past contestants/personalities will make appearance on other UPN sitcoms. I am especially looking forward to seeing my girl Brittany on Love Inc. and Miss J on Cuts. I don't usually watch either show, and seriously doubt that I'll become a new devotees (the intent of the UPN executives with this cross promotion.)

Diamonds Are Forever, But Boyfriends Aren't

So it occurs to me that my choice in men has been less than stellar. This is really not breaking news; it’s more of a segment for Dateline or 60 minutes.

Most recently I've been trying to figure out what to do about this odd "relationship" (the jury is out on whether I can really use that word) that I have in my life.

Like the age-old question, "If a tree falls in the woods, and no one is around, does it make a sound?" That how I felt about the relationship...If he already has a boyfriend, can we really have a relationship?

The answer to my question is not as simple as you might think. A) No, if someone is already taken, I can't have the quality of relationship that I want, deserve and need. B) Yes, it was some form of a relationship. We had dates, phone conversations, "good times", and sleepovers.

What do you think?

Dear Neighbors:

I just wanted to apologize for the music that bellowed out of my apartment last night between the hours of 9pm and midnight. As many of you have figured out by now -- I really love music. Whether I am lounging around the house, walking down the street or doin' the nasty, music helps to underscore each moment creating the eclectic soundtrack of my life. Last night was a sing-a-long. Singing is very cathartic for me and I needed a release last night. It's been a rough couple of months (almost two years actually) For those of you interested last nights song list: I began the set with selections from the Pussycat Doll's new album, I especially like tracks 3, 4, 5, 7. I then switched to Natasha Bedingfield, tracks 3, 4 and 12. Next on tap was Hope Partlow, tracks 3 and 5. (It occurs to me I tend to like the 3rd song on every album.)

Next I switched gears and went back to my musical theater roots, a few songs from A Hard Time To Be Single and Taboo. I closed out last night’s set with a live concert performance of Rent. (I played the parts.) If I could get cast in the show, I would love to play Tom Collins (originated by Jesse L. Martin). My favorite song to belt out is I'll Cover You (reprise).

Again sorry for the noise, sometimes you just got to "Sing Out Louise." But seeing as though every Friday and Saturday night sounds like a live tapping of Super Sabado Gigante from upstairs - I guess I don't really need to apologize do I?

Best Wishes,Pablo Perez

And The Award Goes To...

I like to think that I star in this really great production called Life. It is a typical story about a man seeking his destiny in a big city. The story has been told before, but my performance is what has made it a "Must See” and “One To Watch”. It is one part drama and one part comedy. It is presented in multi-media format, in high definition with technicolor and surround sound.

For as long as I can remember I have been "acting". I pretend that I care about work, relationships, sex, people, etc... My performance has always been award worthy. But lately, I have gone from an Oscar nomination to a Golden Globe nomination to a Daytime Emmy nomination...and now I fear that I am possibly heading toward a nomination for the worst award of all a Razzie.

Being nominated is nice, but as good of an actor that I’ve been -- I've never won (in life). I am no better of than Susan Lucci (whose luck finally changed in 1999) .

But now I am at a point where I just can't fake it anymore.

News Flash: I’ve never really fucking cared! I've had everyone so fooled all this time, but now I feel that the real me is shinning though loud and clear.

I am left at a point where I must ask myself what to do. Do I take a few refresher classes to get my chops back up to where they once were or do I simply embrace the change and live life with out the front.

Fortunately, Reality TV is big -- everybody loves to watch a train wreck (myself included). Well look over here world -- I am in my own Amazing Race and hope to be a Survivor. I’ve attempted to be an Apprentice to my Big Brother, when really all I want is to be Starting Over, perhaps cause I never had A Super Sweet Sixteen. I think I've been Punk'd cause no one ever came to Pimp My Ride (I really do miss my car Bessie – may she rest peacefully in car Heaven). My life needs an Extreme Make Over (life addition). Would life have been different if I was the American Idol or America's Next Top Model?

I Can't Stand The Rain Against My Window

Today is a rainy day. It is a short while after noon and I am still wet from my commute in this morning. Ugh!!!!

This is My Signature Walk

As you know last night was ANTM night. And by now you know that I was home glued to the TV set watch my girls fall on the runway and strike a few new poses!

Last night's episode taught some interesting lessons:
1) Don't let people try and change who you are...Cassandra girl, you keep your pageant hair and good luck with become the next Miss USA!
2) Lesbians are sluts too. Gay men get a bad rap for being promiscuous, but it turns out that the token lesbian on the show, Kim, is a tramp...she loves herself a straight, blond-haired girl.
3) You need to have a Signature Walk. What's yours? - I think mine is kind of butch, with a hint a Giselle for added spice!

Speaking of wanna be models, The Urge Bar in the East Village of NYC is hosting a party for this new photographer next Tuesday night from 6:30 - 9:30 pm. The Urge Series, by Sean Watter's, is a collection of images that capture the sexy go-go boys who work the top of the bar. Go check out his work.