Why, no, not quixotic at all, thanks.

I respect the power of the meme as much as anyone, but I still find this one getting up my nose, almost certainly because of the choice of mood. The state of being quixotic (quixoticity?) has never been something I could properly sympathize with (I'll rant about Enjolras, or Benton Fraser in Good for the Soul at pretty much the drop of a hat if you catch me when I'm awake, although the rant isn't very creative and mainly consists of me saying But that's stupid in different ways until the listener resorts to violence), so that probably has something to do with it.

Or maybe it's just driving me crazy that I don't know for certain how to pronounce the word, even though I have seen that episode of Sports Night. At least twice.