If How I Met Your Mother is to be believed, every person has at least one doppelgänger out there waiting to be bumped into.

The question Larry King is asked the most is not really the one you'd expect.

A social baby naming startup that made international headlines last week after it claimed to have offered a mother-to-be $5,000 in exchange for allowing the Internet to name her baby has confessed to making the whole thing up.

A band of rowdy hamburglars has ensured that a troop of Girl Scouts in Washington state will never trust anyone or love anything ever again, after breaking into a troop leader's garage and destroying around $2500 worth of Girl Scout cookies.

Memories of past love are tough to contemplate at young ages, but it happens to most of us because we are all made of guts and mush that liquefy like meat left out in the sun if they go unused. In your 20's you drink too much or ingest too much of something or overthink yourself into catatonia. But it sometimes starts even earlier: your loss, your heart's wonder, regret. When I was 11, the first baby I ever held hands with was a peppy blonde girl with knee socks and pink Keds who lived up the street. Her name was Christie. She moved too fast for me at the time, but once I turned 12, I was ready. I hit puberty, so did she, but she'd already moved on. So I was too late for the first time and in order to sublimate my small pain, I wrote her a love song.

Justin Bieber may have had a pretty lousy birthday, but one of his Twitter followers is having a really lousy month — and it's all because of him.

Both the New Yorker and The Atlantic published long stories about the late 26-year-old computer whiz Aaron Swartz today. These join lengthy profiles from New York, Rolling Stone, Slate, The Verge and The New Republic. This overwhelming outpouring is not a surprise: The suicide of a 26-year-old computer genius is the kind of story magazines were made to cover: complex but instantly engaging, offering a window into an unusual world.

Last month, the Guardian compared the popularity of different names across various groups in Britain—journalists against convicts against corporate directors, for instance ("Ian" fits all three). Among the findings was a Venn diagram comparing the names of current Oxford students to the most popular baby names of 1994, around when today's undergraduate cohort was born.

Tomorrow Saudi Arabia will behead seven men for crimes they committed as juveniles.

The Domino Sugar Factory is a big old abandoned factory by the Williamsburg bridge. Soon, the Domino Sugar Factory will be a virtual forest of gleaming new condos rentals and office buildings including not just one, but two huge towers with holes in the middle of them. "This has the opportunity to be what new Brooklyn says to the world," said the project's architect. And what the new Brooklyn says to the world is, "It is now easier than ever for the financiers who will soon make up the bulk of the residents of Williamsburg's waterfront to land their hovercrafts inside of their be-holed condominium tower."

Ten months ago, Navy vet Ron White began a monumental task: Memorizing the names and ranks of over 2,200 American service members, CIA agents, and civilian contractors who have been killed since the start of the War in Afghanistan.

Everyone remembers the first time they turned 19. Their "Neat Nineteen." The big one-nine. For some, it is one of the best days of their lives. For others, it is absolutely the best day of their lives.

Though less of an actual anti-marriage-equality ad and more of an intentional parody created by Brandon Muller of NonRandomNonSense, "The Ultimate Anti-Gay Marriage Ad" nonetheless manages to get across the anti-marriage-equality camp's grievances against same-sex marriage better than most real anti-marriage-equality ads.

The "Baby Battle" at the annual Chelles Battle Pro breakdancing competition is mostly a platform for crews to showcase up-and-coming b-boys and b-girls who will present a threat in battles to come.

The stock market is up. Corporate profits are booming. Very little of that money is flowing to the workers. And even less is flowing to the unemployed. Each week, we bring you true stories of unemployment, from the people who've lived it. This is what's happening out there.

During Saturday Night Live this weekend, a 15-second spot advertising the upcoming Daft Punk album aired. If the music debuting in the clip isn't a collaboration with dance-music legend Nile Rogers, who will have some hand in the full-length (the extent to which is as yet unknown), it sure wants to sound like it: It chugs along like Rogers' band Chic with the kind of lite cheese that Daft Punk so expertly sprinkle on some of their work.

Three weeks ago, The Roosevelts nearly broke the Internet when they released the first-ever supercut of goats yelling like humans.

Oprah named Harvard's 2013 commencement speaker. Odds she'll quote Toni Morrison are currently 1:1.

A figure "wearing KKK regalia" was spotted at Oberlin College this morning, the culmination of a month of racist, homophobic, and anti-Semitic graffiti being discovered on buildings around the Ohio liberal arts college's campus. In response, the school has cancelled all classes and non-essential activities, instead holding "a series of discussions of the challenging issues that have faced our community in recent weeks." Update: The vandals have been caught and the KKK figure may have been a person in a blanket.

All other toy commercials could stand to learn a thing or two from this Russian ad for a talking hamster doll called "WoodyOTime."