Sheri Warren

Is It Perimenopause or the Fascist Death Knell of Late-Stage Capitalism? Are my hot flashes due to an estrogen imbalance or a rapidly warming planet hastened by unaccountable oil barons who own our elections? Am I irrita...

"Are my migraines hormonal, or am I thinking too hard about how Peter Thiel has more money than all nurses on Earth combined?"

Perhaps the gravity of the office may yet change the man.

I don’t know if bugs sleep and frankly I don’t want to know. Some dumb fly taking a nap. Yeah get your rest you gross idiot, we need you at your best to ruin things

This is where your Harry Potter money goes

I hear you, I see you.

Black and white photo of a short haired, black tuxedo cat standing beside a sidewalk with its head, turned toward the viewer.

Black and white photo of a short haired, black tuxedo cat walking beside a sidewalk toward the viewer with its tail up in a friendly posture.

I love this set in my collection showing that magic moment when a cat sees you and decides to come visit. ✨

Alone Is Alone, Not Alive C.S. Lewis, Stephen Sondheim, and the risk of love

New today!

C.S. Lewis, Stephen Sondheim, and the risk of love:

thesondheimhub.substack.com/p/alone-is-a...

Absolutely incredible show last night! I’ve got about 5,000 photos to go through (in the form of timelapses), but this iPhone shot pretty much tells the story.

Black and white photo of a white boy (tween or young teen I guess?) in a cowboy shirt and hat, looking seriously at a shorthaired white kitten he is petting. The kitten is sitting on a western style horse saddle and looks rapturously happy. It’s light colored fur and whiskers are luminous in the sunlight.

Lil meowboy. Photo from my collection ca. 1950s.

you’re fired. wait you’re rehired. email us a list of things you’ve done today wait forget it you’re fired again. come back your job was important. you’re fired. or hired. come in to the office. wait the office has no computers go home. we are the department of government efficiency.

Sign on a glass door: Please remember you're shopping bags

your identity in a capitalist society

can't believe it's 2025 and i'm stressed about tariffs and measles, like am i a character in an american girl book

The Worst Pies in London Meat and greet: first encounters with Mrs. Lovett

Wait! What’s your rush? 🥧🔪

Our latest:

thesondheimhub.substack.com/p/the-worst-...

A cheap plastic unicorn toy with a sign saying “I make real unicorn sounds!”

respectfully I would argue you do not

He who posts this should expect it to show up in briefs challenging what he does

I don’t know who the showrunner is on 2025 and I know we’re not that far into the season, but the writing feels really heavy-handed and honestly barely plausible so far

Patinkin. Peters. Sondheim.

Recording Sunday in the Park with George:

Close up of an owl -- a little screech-owl, yellow beak pointed down, feathers a mix of ruddy red and white. Its ears are perked up and back, pointy. Its eyes are yellow. They are pinched and tilted in a way that the owl is expressing something akin to incredulity, or perhaps, sheer unfuckwithable anger. This owl is dubious and full of salt. A salty, disappointed, disapproving owl. This owl is how we all feel right now, I suspect. This owl is all of us. This owl says, "well fuck this shit," and the owl is right. Anyway. The background is mostly dark -- hints of blue and green. Photo by me, Chuck Wendig

Is it too late for a bird break? No? Good. Take a break. Have a bird. Photo by me.

You can just have hawaiian pizza for breakfast no one can stop you

Never stop trying to get back to Earth, but some days it’s okay to focus on the space potatoes. https://www.thisislindaholmes.com/blog/2025/1/21/apparently-i-only-understand-astronaut-movies-now

I was going to go on Sunday but after this review I don’t think I can wait!

Use the term “touch grass” to indicate that someone needs to seek out reality, use the term “touch moss” to indicate that they need to seek out ancient forest magic beyond their mortal comprehension.

Hey, everyone, it’s Ellie the Elephant’s 96th birthday! This year, she’d “just like to die.” Haha, what a stinker!

My 76-year-old mother just informed me that she is going to her first "sex party" and doesn't know what to bring.

After some awkward questions, I said, "Gender reveal. You're going to a gender reveal."

It’s so good and he’s so good in it. And the pacing is spot on.

Recipe book cover mockup. Vibrant photo of food ona slate grey counter. Tomatoes, limes, street tacos, a red enamel skillet with beans, chili peppers, salsa, corn tortillas stuffed with picadillo. A graphic effect in the center appears to reveal text by tearing this photo. The text reads "HOW TO COOK LIKE THE PEOPLE YOU JUST DEPORTED Authentic ethnic flavors for bigots who don't deserve them"

Hope you bring it to Chicago!

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