If you're not around I'll Nilly it for you.

Oh, excellent. I'd hate to miss that.

A friend of my friend T (he knows me through knowing her) found his way to b.org following some quote of Tim or something like that I e-mailed her once. He was starting to look around (I think he even registered) and called her confused: "why do they have a thread called the town of Nilly? What's up with that?". I can't even imagine starting to explain about the verbification.

Lots of the sukkot here are covered in blue tarps because of all the rain we were having.

We are having the most rainy Sukkot I can remember. It's very rare that it actually rains here in this time of the year. There's a prayer for rains that only starts being said right after Sukkot, so a rain during the holiday (or after Pesakh, when it's stopped to be said) is considered a sort of a bad omen.

That is *so* lovely!

It is. Those scrolls are big and really heavy (and really expensive - tens of thousands of dollars each), and it's very rare to take more than two out for reading (on Saturdays), so it is indeed like a party for those books.

Although, I sort of have the image of Gene Kelly and the dance with the coatrack in my head.

Oh, it wouldn't work - those scrolls are much too heavy.

[Edit: all consecutive odd digits post #, but they're all mixed up, like they also danced, or the rain maybe confused their order]

We are having the most rainy Sukkot I can remember. It's very rare that it actually rains here in this time of the year.

My neighbors are having a great Sukkot. The weather here is PERFECT for sleeping out and the days have been just gorgeous. I can hear them in the evenings--it sounds like a lot of fun.

On the evening prayers the Torah-scrolls in the synagogue are being taken out of their special cupboard and the men dance with them to express that joy.

As Tep said, that is very lovely

Back when I went to Catholic Mass (this was probably 10 years ago), a priest from an African country was visiting our parish, and he said the Mass, instead of "our" priest. And instead of the prayer-response thing that is normally said (or mumbled) or sometimes sung before the priest reads the gospel, he picked up the bible and (I believe he had a few musicians with him, too, who were playing -- guitar and a flute, maybe) danced down and then back up the aisle with it, holding it aloft. And the look on his face was utter joy.

I call shotgun!

Then I'm slounging in the back seat with my copy of Anansi Boys. Can we stop for bacon?

Wow, I really want to see a copy the mug shot...

thesmokinggun.com will have it.

I call shotgun!

Obviously I meant actual shotgun, as in 'weapon with which to mow down my opressors', but bacon sounds great.

Then I'm slounging in the back seat with my copy of Anansi Boys.

I t heart Spider. So much.

'weapon with which to mow down my opressors'

You should call them downpressors. It's what we do.

I probably also meant to spell oppressors correctly.

You're not allowed to go to jail unless you can be out on bail by next Friday.