Where were you when you found out about Heath Ledger? We were struggling with a dead MacBook battery, and about three-quarters of our way through a post on what could well have been one of the most pointless moments in the history of Western civilization: Clay Aiken visiting The View to talk about his new life as a Broadway gypsy. We quickly shelved that post, but one day later, it feels as if we now more than ever need to see Clay dropping to his knees, pulling Joy, Sherri, Whoopsters, and Elisabeth down with him, for a demonstration of the Diddler on the Roof-inspired Russian dancing required of him in Spamalot. Job have mercy, that seems like a lot of fun, doesn't it?

Special bonus topic of conversation: If Clay "never had a choice" about his various hairstyles (we think he should have stuck to The Rachel), then just who is calling the Clay salon shots? Discuss.