Marvin: Don’t Worry, He Won’t Trace It Back To Us.

911: what’s your emergency?

Chase: a monster broke into my house, please help

Anti: Chase we’ve been living together for three years

Chase, screaming: IT FOUND ME

Jackie: guys i impulsively bought a snake what should I name him?

Henrik: you did WHAT-

Anti: William Snakespere

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.

Anti: have some holiday flair, man.

Chase: that’s not flair! That’s a knife!

Anti: ho ho homicide

Jackie: what have I told you about comparing Anti to the devil?

Marvin: that it’s offensive to the devil?

Jackieboy-man: if you kill a killer, the amount of murderers in the world stays the same.

Marvin, with his mouth full of Cheerios and his feet on the table: kill two

Chase, hiding under his bed: ...

Anti, looking for him with his knife:...

Anti: like a good neighbor-

Chase: State Farm is there!- shit!

Anti: yo chase you think I can get this egg into that cup without it cracking?

Chase: pfft, no

Anti throwing the egg at Henrik: guess you were right

I couldn’t resist XD

They’re messaging Jackieboy, by the way

If Jackieboy-man were asleep after like,,, a patrol or something, Chase would definitely be swooping a toy plane through the air whenever he snored