I really like Twitter, and everything I love must be destroyed, so in late 2011 I started hacking on it. The results are below, and inconclusive.
Starpilot is a viral Twitter client that uses your favorites to hack your account. You read that correctly. Click on the thing to see how it works.
I have never been particularly attached to my name, so I crowdsourced it. You can change the contents of my Twitter account's "real name" field by tweeting at me; it'll get picked up if it is 20 or fewer characters (minus @-names) and contains a B, R, E, D, A and two Ns.
The bot checks my replies about every six minutes, and it's lazy, so in the case of a namespace collision the most recent qualifier wins! It is not case-sensitive, but Twitter will reject certain names for mysterious reasons. To check whether the name you have in mind qualifies, you can use William O'Neil's handy widget.
My friend Leonard, who helped me come up with this idea to begin with, dragged it further into absurdity by creating a robot that talks to my robot: @everybrendan. I'm sure James Joyce and Jane Austen would appreciate knowing that their work lasted long enough to be ground up by machines and turned into imaginary bird sounds.
In April of 2012 I posted my ten thousandth tweet and decided to let everyone on the Internet use my account to do whatever they wanted. This went about as well as you already expect. When I got out of Twitter Jail I plugged the web form into its own account with a scary face on it. People use it for weird jokes now, and sometimes anonymous venting, and those are both fine. You can do it yourself if you want. (Hate speech or spam gets your shit blocked, duh.)
This one was @endoftheshow's idea. You know how you listen to songs sometimes? And you really want to just post that one good line on your twitter? But everybody else hates when you do that and also it might reveal a little too much about your current infatuation? Put it in @Lyricryptic instead!
Last year I needed a place to stash my internalized fat hatred and body shame, so I made a second Brendan Twitter account. Then a "friend" of mine noticed and made a third, which was both far more lewd and far more popular. So twenty-seven other people did it too.
I don't know, man. I am really not famous enough to have a cottage industry devoted to my identity theft. (The aforementioned Leonard built a dada Brendan generator in hopes of exhausting the joke, to no avail.) Most of these are dormant, for which I am grateful, but I am also braced for the fact that mentioning the phenomenon here will likely lead to another spate of the little bastards.