Anyone who thought Susan Boyle would NOT buckle from the intense pressure being put upon her is a moron.

Britain’s Got Talent runner up Susan Boyle was admitted to The Priory clinic last night suffering with exhaustion.

Police were summoned to her hotel and the singer was assessed under the Mental Health Act after she had an ‘emotional breakdown’ following her shock defeat in the show’s final.

But, despite her distress at missing out to dance troupe Diversity, coming second was the best thing that could have happened to her, judge Piers Morgan has declared.

I agree with Piers Morgan. Coming in second was the best thing that ever happened to her. She has an awesome voice, and she stands to make a lot more than the show’s top prize. She got the exposure, she got her voice out there. Now she can sit back, catch her breath and then pursue that career she so desperately wants at HER pace.

Unless of course the long distance moving company shows up at her door ready to pack her up and move her to America.

Hang in there Susan.

Millvina Dean, who as a baby was wrapped in a sack and lowered into a lifeboat in the frigid North Atlantic, died Sunday, having been the last survivor of 1912 sinking of the RMS Titanic.

She was 97 years old, and she died where she had lived — in Southampton, England, the city her family had tried to leave behind when it took the ship’s ill-fated maiden voyage, bound for America.

She died in her sleep early Sunday, her friend Gunter Babler told the Associated Press. It was the 98th anniversary of the launch of the ship that was billed as “practically unsinkable.”

Rest In Peace, Millvina.

As you may know I have another blog called “Bits of Dust” where I have been food blogging for a while, off and on. Well, I am going to be rolling that blog back into this one as I am trying to focus as much time as possible finding work rather than blogging.

Earlier today I was cleaning the kitchen and I thought, “What should I do with all these radishes from our garden?” I love radishes. I’ve been eating them as we pull them from the garden, but now we have so many, I think eating them all would give me a belly-ache, so I thought I would look for some radish recipes online. I found this one:

Roasted Radishes with Soy Sauce and Toasted Sesame Seed

I took the time to cut up all those radishes (which were tasty in their own right) and followed the directions to a T. My finished dish even looked like the one at that site. I was sooo ready to munch on those radishes. Then I ate one.

What a frickin waste of radishes. Stupid, stupid, stupid. DON’T EVER COOK YOUR RADISHES. Enjoy them fresh from the garden or tossed in a salad, but DO NOT COOK THEM.

Jane Randolph, 93, a willowy beauty who was memorably terrorized by shadow and sound in one of the great suspense films of all time, the original “Cat People,” died May 4 at a hospital near Gstaad, Switzerland, after breaking her hip.

Ms. Randolph appeared in more than 20 films and starred in low-budget fare such as “Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein” (1948), in which she was an insurance investigator opposite the popular comic duo. In one sequence, she danced with former “Dracula” star Bela Lugosi at a masquerade ball. “He was dressed in full vampire costume, but he moved very well,” she recalled many years later.

Rest In Peace, Jane.

TV writer/producer Michael “Mickey” Ross, best known for his work on “All in the Family,” “The Jeffersons” and “Three’s Company,” died May 26 in Los Angeles from complications of a stroke and heart attack. He was 89.

Ross, along with longtime business partner Bernie West, made his mark in the 1970s with the breakout TV sitcom, “All in the Family,” for which he won a writing Emmy in 1973.

…

Aside from his TV work, Ross and his wife founded the Michael and Irene Ross Program in Jewish Studies at The City College of New York– Ross’s alma mater. Memorial service will held Sunday at 11 a.m. Mount Sinai Hollywood Hills, 5950 Forest Lawn Dr., Los Angeles.

Rest In Peace, Michael.

Sam Maloof, whose simple, elegant wooden furniture, which he designed and made by hand, made him a central figure in the postwar American crafts movement, died at his home in Alta Loma, Calif., on Thursday. He was 93.

The death was confirmed by Roslyn Bock, the business manager of Sam Maloof Woodworking.

…

Samuel Solomon Maloof was born in Chino, Calif., one of nine children of Lebanese immigrants. A woodworking enthusiast even as a child, he made his mother a broad spatula for turning bread and, more ingeniously, carved dollhouse furniture, cars and a toy revolver with a spinning chamber.

Rest In Peace, Sam.

See more at National Geographic.

Today, as in the past, there are problems that must be solved and challenges that must be met. We can tackle them with our full strength and creativity only because we are free to work them out in our own way. We owe this freedom of choice and action to those men and women in uniform who have served this nation and its interests in time of need. In particular, we are forever indebted to those who have given their lives that we might be free.
Ronald Reagan, May 26, 1983

It’s too bad for Nancy Pelosi that a memory upgrade doesn’t come in a “one size fits all speakers” size huh? That’s why I trust my computer more than I do our representatives, because my system memory can be replaced anytime. Once theirs is gone, it’s done for good.

See more funny ha-ha’s at Flopping Aces.

Joan Alexander, 94, a leading radio actress of the 1940s best known for playing Lois Lane, the ace reporter who was constantly being rescued from peril by Superman, died May 21 at New York Presbyterian Hospital of an intestinal ailment.

After an early modeling and stage career, Ms. Alexander became a versatile performer on dozens of radio serials, notably as the loyal secretary Della Street in “Perry Mason.” She played recurring characters on radio soap operas and dramas including “Lone Journey,” “Light of the World” and “This is Nora Drake.”

…

Survivors include a daughter from her second marriage, Hitchcock, whom Stanton adopted and who lives in New York City and Washington; a son from her third marriage, Timothy Stanton of New York; a half-sister; and a grandson. A son from her third marriage, Adam Stanton, died in 1993.

Rest In Peace, Joan.