Out, damned beep!

[kalleah]

Something in my bedroom is beeping. It is not an alarm clock (mine or DH's), the a/c, my cell phone, my iPod, or anything else that I can find. Same thing happened on Saturday. DH can hear it too so I'm not imagining it.

Several things are possible:
1. Someone is messing with me.
2. My neighbor has a loud alarm clock that goes off at inappropriate times.
3. We have lost an unidentified piece of technology that is trying to phone home.
4. I'm in a psych experiment gone wrong (see item 1).

GAAAAAAAAAAAAA

::points to time::
I should've been asleep 2 hours ago!

Comments

[kalleah.livejournal.com]

Last time that happened to me, it was Chris's watch stuck between the head of the bed and the wall.

Yeah, it's something like that. It sounds like a very tiny alarm clock - not just one beep, but a beep-beep-beep-beep alarm sound. Neither one of us wear a watch, and I've found all the usual small electronic suspects. I'm tempted to hop out the window onto the roof and make sure one of my crazy neighbors hasn't dropped a watch outside or something like.

Reminds me that the last time I heard repetitive beeping, a musician neighbor had left a metronome outside on the roof after playing guitar. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[ivydoor.livejournal.com]

Is it still going? Oh God, you poor thing.

I'm tempted to hop out the window onto the roof and make sure one of my crazy neighbors hasn't dropped a watch outside or something like.

Five bucks says it's exactly something like that. You know, once you find it you'll realize it was completely obvious.

A metronome? Seriously? OMG I'd have to hurt someone.

[kalleah.livejournal.com]

Yeah, the metronome was actually a little funny, all things considered. At that point, I at least knew that he'd been outside playing guitar, so there was context.

I have moved the bed, the dresser, looked under the mattress (the Princess and the Peep, God Damn It), and cursed a blue streak. The DH has been known to sleep through fire alarms, so it isn't troubling him.

I now know how those damn drums drove You-Know-Who crazy. I feel the need to rip a hole in space-time myself.