Anti: ILL SEE YOU IN HELL

Marvin, rolling down the window: what seems to be the problem, officer?

Cop: get the FUCK out of my car

Henrik: the egos are competent!

Chase, running in: Henrik! I tried to make spaghetti in the coffee pot and now everything is broken!

It sucks when you can’t find stuff. HELP THIS PERSON OUT!!!

A lot of you are probably wondering, “Why do you want those six magazines so badly?” Well, here’s why.

It all started the night of June 4, 2019. I was browsing eBay when I found a very special lot of six Official’s Logic Problems magazines. It didn’t say which issues they were; all it said was that they ranged from 2000 to 2004. Here they were:

(Image description: Six issues of the puzzle magazine Official’s Logic Problems, in a slightly fanned-out stack. From top to bottom, the magazines are green, yellow, red, pink, purple, and yellow-orange.)

For those of you who don’t know (most of you probably don’t), Official’s Logic Problems is a long-gone puzzle magazine. The puzzles in it had such a nerdy, artsy style. (Check out the “official’s logic problems” tag on my blog for examples.) This title had its last issue circa 2005-2006. These are harder to find than hens’ teeth, and these mean a lot to me.

Fast-forward to the next day. My aunt (a licensed cosmetologist) was coming over to give me a haircut. I was sitting in the chair, getting my hair chopped off, when I clicked the link I’d sent Mom and discovered that “This item is no longer available.”

Someone had probably beat us to them.

I had a meltdown. I bit myself. I couldn’t stop crying. This was the chance of a lifetime, and it got snuffed out.

After the haircut, Mom called my brother to see if he’d bought them for me. (He had an eBay account; Mom didn’t. We didn’t know that you could buy things from there without an account.)

He hadn’t. Someone had indeed beat us to those six Official’s Logic Problems magazines.

More meltdown. I felt so helpless. I couldn’t stop talking about the “Big Six”, as I had dubbed them, for months.

Today (May 1, 2020), it’s been ten months. I still need those magazines. I still hate myself for not putting my foot down and asking my brother to buy them sooner. I still worry that whoever bought them has thrown them away or recycled them. (I hold no grudge against whoever bought them; I just would love to have my own copies.)

And that’s why I’ve been asking people to reblog the picture of the Big Six.

So please, do your part. Let my story be heard. Reblog the posts I’ve made about the Big Six (this one included). Someone out there has got to have a grandparent or aunt or uncle or teacher or someone who has at least one.

You don’t have to keep the picture and story to Tumblr. Post it anywhere. Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, I don’t care. I just want the picture to be seen and the story to be heard.

Thank you.

I love the idea of Unus Annus.

Like, good funny content once a day everyday for a year? That’s the good shit, man.

I also love love love the concept of them deleting it at the end of the year. It shows that most things in life are temporary, but that you should make the most of them while you still can. That, even if it’s all gonna be gone one day, it’s still here right now to cherish, to look at the clock and think: “oh, today’s Unus Annus vid comes out in a few minutes!”

Whoopdie do da its late at night why am I doing this with my life-

Jackieboy-man: I’m stupid, he’s stupid, we’re all founders of club stupid.

Happy Valentine’s Day my dudes :D

Chase: alright, let’s all just say sorry on the count of three.

Chase: one, two, three...

Henrik:...

Marvin:...

Chase: well now I’m just disappointed in all of us.

Marvin: I wanna kick the ratatouille rat

Chase: what?

Marvin, quietly: I’ll drop kick the shit out of him

Anti: what’s that infestation of tiny creatures over there?

Chase: those are children. It’s called a school.

Jameson, signing: what time is it?

Anti: I don’t know, pass me that recorder

Anti: *plays recorder really loudly*

Henrik: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING RECORDER AT TWO AM

Anti: it’s two am