I was woken this morning by an ungodly bird outside my window, who was apparently trying to find a mate. Every seventeen seconds -- without FAIL -- he would screech HWEE, WHEE!
Worse and stranger still, the noise found it's way into my dream before I woke up. You see in the dream I was ... (wait for it) ... reviewing a porn spoof of Star Trek. Here's what I could remember of my critique:
"Kirk, the male lead, while handsome and able to do naughty things with the best of them, moaned like an overly-emotional woman. Worse yet was the second female lead (who for some reason only started when the male lead stopped) who's insipid hooting was annoying beyond all description."
Maybe her species had a mating ritual? Anyway, even after I woke and realized what the sound was (at 7:00 am), the bird went on, and on, and on! (I can hear it now, as I write!) And no matter how hard I closed the window or how many pillows I piled on my head I could still hear it. That bird was UN HOLY, I tell you, UUUUNNNNHOOOOOOOLLLLYYYYY!!!!!!