Posted by Governor Quinn:
Well, that’s normal behavior, isn’t it? I mean, for an overimaginative, thorazine-deficient kid like Calvin.
The Family Circus has a lot of peculiarities – Keane’s use of perspective is often sloppy, and the kids and mom have strangely melon-shaped heads. And then there’s the strip’s whole suburban white Christian middle-class 1950s-time-capsule theme and style. The Dysfunctional Family Circus was a hilarious online parody – various contributers would take existing strips and make up their own nasty captions, often involving incest, drug use, murder and suchlike jollities. The strip deserved every bit of it, in my opinion. The DFC website ran from 1995 to 1999, when it was shut down due to legal pressure from Bill Keane, Inc., and from King Features Syndicate – you can read the story at http://www.wired.com/news/culture/0,1284,21853,00.html, and at http://www.gettingit.com/article/124.
You can read archived DFC cartoons at http://www.wildsea.net/dfc/; http://rotten.home.cyberverse.com/i/f/fc.html; http://www.zompist.com/dfcindex.html; http://www.giantsofscience.org/dfc/archive/1.html; http://www.wildsea.net/dfc/textindex.html; http://giantsofscience.org/dfc/; http://www.medmeta.dyndns.org/dfc/. And at http://www.clarkschpiell.com/home/wfc.shtml, you can find “The Wholly Functional Family Circus” – a parody of DFC!
Some of my favorite DFC cartoons:
Billy and Jeffy are having an angry cushion-fight on the sofa. Dolly, in the foreground, says, “Billy said moral relativism was the downfall of 20th century man, and then Jeffy said reality is unknowable because we lack a priori sense data.”
Dolly is in her pajamas, kneeling on her bed in prayer, while Thel looks in through the door. Caption: “Ia! Shub-Niggurath! Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young!”
Jeffy is getting up from bed but he’s obviously sick. Caption: “Man! I’ll never try to match Dolly shot-for-shot again!”
A door-to-door brush salesman is standing at the front door – various brushes sticking out of his pockets. The kids, who have answered the door, are running down the hall cheerfully shouting. Caption: “Hey, Mommy! It’s a BRUSH salesman! He must think it’s still 1955!”
Jeffy is on the phone, holding a pencil and a notepad. Out of the speaker come the words: “$500 an ounce?” Caption: “Hey, mack, this is the good stuff. You want the cheap crap, call Linus Van Pelt.”
Most of them are much, much worse than these.