"I'm Going to Kill MySelf in 90 Days"

No, not me. Anonymous blogger Jane says that she only has 84 days left. So far, she's contemplated what shaving means (I never noticed the connection between Empire Records and The Royal Tenenbaums) and what she should do with all her stuff. She's right though: life is too short to spend packing it all away.

If I only had 90 days left to live, I doubt I'd spend many of them in Chambana. I have a list of major sites I want to see, but Rome and the Vatican tops them all. I could die happy not having seen the great pyramids, the Louvre, Père-Lachaise, Manchu Picchu, or the Temple Mount if I could eat lunch by Trevi Fountain, drink wine outside the Pantheon, and wander the expansive floors of St. Peter's.

papakwanz thinks it's a ruse; that she'll find Jesus on the last day. That's cynical MetaFilter for ya. She could be a right-to-die activist, giving her own life to further her cause. Or it could be an online performance art piece: she wants to see how long she can go before someone stops her. Or she could be what she says she is, someone tired of the banality of living.

Three months is a long time to wait, especially at the pace Web 2.0 moves. I know that by the end of the week I'll have forgotten all about 90 Day Jane. Hopefully someone posts and update on Fark, Digg, or MetaFilter letting us know what happens.

Comments

You know the only good costume to wear on your last day is one covered with dead Reaver body parts that you've blown off with a chrobus phase rifle.

ATTENTION,

Jane's blog HAS BEEN MOVED TO

http://90-day-jane.blogspot.com

GO FUCK URSELF