The 3500 year old blogger is hanging it up.

I should explain. One of the odder corners of the blogsphere over the past several months has been the blog of someone claiming to be at least 3500 years old. She has no particular explanation for her longevity -- she apparently woke up with no memories at about that time after massive head trauma, and has been carrying on ever since as one might perhaps expect from Gwendolyn Ingolfsson if someone dumped her in the bronze age with total amnesia.

As one might naturally presume, we're dealing with an unreliable narrator -- as she admits even taken on her own terms: An early story described her dispatching of someone in the Civil War south who she called Clayton Williams (who was, among other things, a casual rapist of female slaves) -- a killing which she described at first as an act of vengeance, but in her sign-off she describes it instead as one of a long series of killings for sport, "because it felt good", the victim this time "chosen because it offered me the cover of a somewhat moral act".

Not a pleasant character, but an interesting character study if you have the time to go through it all...