Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
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Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
Send us a text Ever wondered what happens when two friends share their most embarrassing health stories over exotic craft beers? This episode takes an unexpectedly hilarious and illuminating journey through the challenges of adult life, from medical mysteries to cultural observations. The conversation begins with a tasting of Trve Brewing's "See the Moon" mixed culture ale – a beer so complex it delivers three distinct flavor experiences in a single sip. When the discussion shifts to upcomi...
The Mick & Pat Show
Send us a text A spider-filled garage sets the tone, but the chill arrives when we revisit a body-cam moment from the Chris Watts case that feels impossibly exact. As a neighbor tries to pull up security footage, the app crashes into a National Geographic ad: a fetus in the womb, an eruption, a skull in oil. We walk through that nine-second cascade with clear eyes—no hype, no ghoulish delight—asking how coincidence, conscience, and pattern-seeking collide when a killer is cornered in his own ...
