The Unholy Trinity Of Forbidden Questions

Behold the mythical creature of analytical chemistry labs everywhere! Column chromatography—the technique where you separate compounds by letting them travel through a stationary phase at different speeds—has created its own subspecies of scientist: the obsessed "Coloomner." What we're witnessing is the lab equivalent of a gym bro, but instead of protein shakes, it's chloroform fumes. That right arm isn't from lifting weights—it's from cranking that column stopcock for hours on end, collecting fraction after fraction while muttering "just one more pure compound" under their breath. The truly magnificent part? Despite purifying 1000+ compounds, our hero has no idea what they actually are. Who needs structural analysis when you can just admire those beautiful colored bands separating down your silica gel column? Recrystallization? That's for chemists who actually want to finish their PhD this decade.

Physical chemistry students having an existential crisis in 3...2...1... The meme brilliantly captures the thermodynamic gang war that's been raging since the 1800s. Ideal Gas Law thinks it's the big shot, but Van der Waals comes in with those pesky molecular interactions. Meanwhile, Redlich-Kwong-Virial is flashing its improved accuracy at high pressures like it's showing off a new sports car. But the real victim? That poor student in the pews getting absolutely demolished by Soave-Redlich-Kwong-Peng-Robinson and literally ANY real mixture model. Nothing says "I've made terrible life choices" quite like trying to calculate fugacity coefficients at 3 AM before your p-chem final.

The chemical desperation is real! Instead of writing the correct chemical formula for sodium formate (HCOONa), this poor student just wrote "Matata" after "HCOON:a" - creating the iconic "Hakuna Matata" phrase from Lion King. When balancing equations becomes impossible, sometimes you just need a problem-free philosophy! Chemistry students everywhere are feeling this in their periodic table of emotions. No worries for the rest of your grade though...

The existential crisis when your chemistry supplier quotes you $200 for a tiny vial of bromine. Nothing says "questioning your career choices" quite like SpongeBob's horrified face at lab supply prices! Chemistry students and researchers everywhere know that special feeling when the cost of reagents makes you wonder if you should've just become a philosophy major instead. The dramatic "malice of the hearts of men" text perfectly captures that moment when you realize science funding doesn't account for your will to live.

Someone's taken the classic phase diagram from thermodynamics and turned it into the culinary equivalent! This brilliant parody maps food states based on viscosity and solid food fraction. The "Bolognese critical point" marks that precise moment when your pasta sauce achieves perfect consistency—neither too runny nor too chunky. The "stew gap" represents that mysterious region between sauce and solid food where things get... interesting. And let's not forget the "soup dome," which perfectly captures the physics of why your chicken noodle always splashes onto your shirt. This is basically what happens when physicists get hungry during thermodynamics lectures and start daydreaming about dinner instead of triple points and phase transitions!

The perfect fusion of chemistry and wordplay! In the top panel, an onion with a "+" symbol becomes "ONION" (ON+ION), while the bottom shows just the onion with "ON." It's basically the chemical breakdown of "onion" into its constituent parts—the prefix "on" and the chemical ion suffix. Chemistry nerds will appreciate that ions are actually charged particles formed when atoms gain or lose electrons. So technically, this onion isn't just making us cry—it's teaching us chemical nomenclature while doing it! The kind of joke that would make your chemistry teacher simultaneously proud and disappointed.