Family Circus: I don't have anything to do!

Not counting this post, I've written about the misadventures of the Keane clan 54 times, and have found the resulting cartoon moderately decent only once. Today's installment marks twice.

To be sure, it's still not good, exactly. The Family Circus is never good, exactly. The joke is older than time itself, and the execution is far from compelling. But it does what it's supposed to do, which is provide a nostalgic, slice-of-life childhood memory that might potentially make a reader smile. And while it's not for me--because, seriously, fuck Billy and his insipid daydreams--there's a place for this sort of thing in the comics section. It would just be nice the Keanes were capable of competence more often than two-fifty-fifths of the time.