My life needs more wah-wah pedal

So. I was wearing a long-sleeve button-down shirt today, which wasn't too problematic with the weather, but although the temperature outside has dropped, it's still oxygen-impaired and swamp-like in the apartment, so I ditched said shirt as soon as I got home. This was fine until I was on the futon, chatting with rafaela, and I idly plucked up the fabled Hat That Looks Good on Everyone and slipped it on. And so I stayed until I chanced to look down at myself—stretched out sybaritically on the couch, dressed only in jeans and a fedora, one knee up and one wrist nestled just so upon it—and nearly bit my tongue.

"Um," I said, "did I just turn into gay porn?"

Anna made a comparative remark that included a Harry Reems name-check, and I promptly ditched the hat. Yeesh. (No, no pictures exist. Go away.)

The day's two-shot thumbs-up/thumbs-down thing

Thumbs up: The wasp that had invited itself into the bedroom in the middle of the afternoon while I was at work decided to invite himself right back out again, thus sparing itself from having to face my +4 Wasp-Slaying Skills. Fear me!

Thumbs down: I was disappointed in my search for a LOLcat translation of Hamlet's soliloquy. Not because I didn't find one—I did—but because it didn't begin, "IZ I IZ OR IZ I IZN'T? I'Z CONFOOZED." Feh.