I once did a show as “Holden MacRoyne” and finished with a cute quip like. “Thanks for coming out, folks. Tomorrow you’ll be a fading memory but I’ll still be Holden MacRoyne.”
I even used it as a screen name for a month or two, but changed it back to Spritle.
I also did a show as “Robert Fraplz”, and introduced myself as “Bob.”
There’s a charitable organization mentioned often on our local PBS station called the Robert Wood Johnson foundation. I can never help thinking that he really should have been named Richard Wood Johnson.
I saw this at work just today - Woody Swallow. (Frumious, we have a couple in the files at work named Jean Staines and John Staines - I haven’t figured out which name is worse.)
A couple of days ago, I read a newspaper article about brothers who were called Winner and Loser (he goes by Lou). (I was trying to find a cite for this, with no luck) Seems the father asked his eldest daughter at the time Loser was born what the baby should be called: “Well, we’ve got a Winner, so how about a Loser?” No, the article didn’t say how old the daughter was at the time, nor why the father decided to listen to that suggestion.
The family was located in Harlem, and while growing up, the kids never really noticed anything weird about their names. (they’d gotten used to them by the time they figured out that there was anything unusual about them)
The ironic thing is that Winner has pretty much led a life of crime, while Loser has grown up to be a well-respected cop. People are surprised at Loser’s name, quite naturally. Winner will sometimes call Loser up when he wants cash or something else, but the two brothers aren’t really all that close anymore.
I was at a dinner party a few months ago, and someone there swore, I mean SWORE, that she’d grown up down the street from a family whose last name was “Poopoowalker.” Yes, really. Poopoowalker. They had two daughters, and I can only hope their names are now “So-and-so P. Smith.”