NPB: National Public Blogging

Notice anythng different? No, not my hair. No. . .I've had this suit for years. It's the advertisment. The advertisement is still gone. The one that's usually at the top of the page. The one that makes you scroll down a little bit as soon as you access the page so that the flashing attention grabber will be hidden by the toolbar. That one.

(Say, now that I'm commercial-free I can have a pledge drive. Next Week, All Week: The Three Tenors Marathon. Operators are standing by. Have your credit cards ready.)

Actually, it seems that it's neither a product of the Google/Pyra buy-out, a technical glitch, nor a sign that no advertizer, however disreputable, wishes to be associated with this effort. This blog - and a host of other St. Blog's parishioners - are the recipients of largess from a semi-anonymous benefactress. She hasn't said in so many words yet, but it appears to be proprietress of Disordered Affections.
See here and here for clues.

Thank you, Karen. I'm delighted not only in the mere fact that I am now commercial-free, but even more so that someone enjoys this project enough to bother.