I heart chemistry coffee mug

Our chemist brothers and sisters tell us they rue the day the teevee show about that meth-cooking high school chemistry teacher hit it big. In the old days, you see, they were left alone at cocktail parties, this permitting unfettered access to the chex-mix and snausages. Now they're constantly surrounded by a hydration sphere of hangers-on demanding they explain methylation and fractional distillation. Try to spend a quiet evening at home with a mug of cocoa and that mint copy of Craig and Thirunamachandran you found on eBay, and sure enough the weird neighbor kid is at the door again wanting to know if its possible to extract ricin from lima beans. Curl up in a corner of Coffee Hut with a biscotti and the latest edition of Trends in Enzymology and within minutes the hipster one table over will ask where you parked the Winnebago. It's enough to make you pine for the good old days, when chemists were anonymous public servants.