This makes me sad. Mystery and anonymity is an increasingly rare thing in today's highly-connected world, especially when so many parts of the Internet strongly

This makes me sad. Mystery and anonymity is an increasingly rare thing in today's highly-connected world, especially when so many parts of the Internet strongly encourage the use of real names in an effort to stem the tide of shitty anonymous flames. -------- There is an experimental music act that calls themselves the Residents. For years, they performed in costumes; mostly with three members wearing giant eyeballs over their head, and one wearing a stylized skull. They have been deliberately cagey about their names ever since they first appeared in the mid-seventies. It used to be that if you really wanted to know their names you could, but you'd have to dig. And anyone who cared enough to dig had a good chance of caring about their schtick enough that they'd respect their desire to be anonymous. Now, though? Type "The Residents" into Google and you get a big sidebar that helpfully lists various information parsed from their Wikipedia page and elsewhere. Including their real names. And that, too, makes me sad.