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Shooting the poop

Today’s work involved poop. Not the rhetorical kind, the real (well, movie real, which we all know isn’t the same as real real) kind. The rodent kind.

Hero waves flashlight (not a normal one, a special movie one) around, discovers said poop, proves some plot point. Or something. I kinda zone out whenever I try to read the script.

Aside from the fact that shooting poop – even fake poop – is a ‘gimme’ day for bad shit-related puns (“I didn’t like that take. Let’s call it the flusher”), it was also a short day at 10 hours, so I got stuck in rush hour traffic on the way home from work.

Any other time, this would suck shit (see, I’m still doing it), but the recent February mini-heat wave we’ve had has made the city’s copious amounts of night-blooming jasmine start to flower so the drive home, while slow, smelled fantastic which abated my normal traffic related rage. Note: I hate synthetic jasmine perfumes, but I absolutely love the real thing. Right now, I’ve got all the windows in the house open and it smells so good even the cat’s happy.

If you’re ever in LA in the late spring or early summer, just step outside and breathe through your nose. You’ll smell it. You can’t get away from it. It permeates everything here, which is impressive considering that such a powerful smell comes from something that masquerades as an innocent shrub to which no one ever pays any mind.

I don’t think it’s summer quite yet (we’re due for more rain early next week), but it’s definitely on the way.

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4 Responses

  1. geekhiker says:

    It may not be summer, but it sure felt like it over the weekend!

  2. meg says:

    The smell of night blooming jasmine is one of the strongest sense memories I have of living in West Hollywood. Tied in with teenage angst, ah, what a scent. When I became a grownup I moved to the high desert and planted a whole fenceline with night blooming jasmine, but it never had the same richness of the city grown stuff.

  3. JCW says:

    You’re holding out on us… What kind of poop? Human? Rat? Dog???

    No night blooming jasmine here, but driving on 101 past Sausalito in the Summer time, the smell of wild rosemary is everywhere and just lovely.

    Peggy sez: it was rat poop. I love the smell of the wild rosemary, and the desert sage is also fantastic.

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