Tab stacking in Opera 11 Beta. Check it out!

Cute and a bit cliche’ but so very often true.

Click on through to the large version by @shanesnow.

The Last Value of U.S. Elections

Do not suffer this easily, I definitely have not. The only value I can find within my right to vote is the right itself.

This right has been historically coveted in these United States. Set aside details of genitals and skin pigmentation and we find that wow! If you’re a citizen of the US, you can vote.

Is this the last value of the U.S. Electoral system? To be honest, I know very little about how it works, for I spend my time working to build tools for what I hope is a more humanitarian and global future.

So help me out. Couldn’t do this in a 140 tweet and I am a Web evangelist who still can’t figure out how to manage her own blog.

Love you all,
xo/m

Molly Woke Up (By Ed Ross)

(this post was reblogged from datavis)

jalbertbowdenii asked: Ms. Molly,

I dare to ask for your email, I'd like to talk more about Opera's presence with you. This has been bugging me for along time, I've literally done something like you did on numerous occasions. Opera Dev Center RULES. Mobile and Mini. And freaking wii.
i'm rambling. you get my point. i want to help.
cheers,
albert

just email me molly@molly.com. It’s no secret - every spammer knows! ;)

Anonymous asked: What do you prefer, a perfectly coded HTML CSS3 page or sex?

If you can answer this question, I’ll answer yours: WTF is a perfectly coded HTML CSS3?

The Cindy Lauper Story

I tweeted this but of course it’s difficult to get the whole story as it happened by reading through backtweets. So here is The Cindy Lauper Story, for your amusement (and mine).

So, I have a friend here in the UK who bears a striking resemblance to George Clinton. We were having a drink in an undisclosed posh location the other night.

Suddenly, all these young guys are walking up to my friend, shaking his hand, and buying him beers. My friend “George” plays along.

Sidling up next to me is none other than Cindy Lauper. She says”Hi, I’m Cindy Lauper” in that fab voice of hers. “Is that George…”

“Nice to meet you Cindy. Cute glasses!” I say.

“My son hates em” says Cindy. “So is he …”

and I say “someone very special, why yes.”

Suffice it to say we never paid for another drink that evening. And maybe it was, after all, really George Clinton. Only George & I know for sure.