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Marking time in 1991 The time-keeping, it is a-changin'. Just look at the 1991 calendars now on the shelf to tempt Christmas shoppers:
Do you really know enough about Madonna? Are you dying to understand the perverse charade played out in Jack Nicholson's family of origin? Liz Smith understands. Her "1991 Gossip! Calendar" doesn't just keep track of time's relentless march. Puh-lease! How dull! Liz's calendar shocks and enlightens, with daily juicy tidbits.
You've seen his displays of polysyllabic pyrotechnics on "Firing Line." You've read his archconservative views in The National Review. And now you can have him condescending to you every day, 365 days a year, in the presumptuously titled "William F. Buckley Jr.'s 365 Words You'd Like to Know 1991 Calendar."
And then there are the calendars that stand out by virtue of esotericism. (Esotericism: see Buckley calendar, April 12.)
For mild, reflective types, there is the soothing calm of "Finest Woodworking 1991." For those with more active inclinations, there's "Big Wheels 91," 16 months' worth of photographs of motor vehicles with impossibly large wheels.
And don't forget the "1991 Codependent No More" calendar, the "1991 Weather Guide With Phenomenal Weather Events" calendar and our favorite, "The 1991 Subliminal Weight Loss Calendar."