There comes a time in every podcast's life where you take a sharp pivot. For us this happens 26 times a year. Thanks to our first Patreoner's fat stacks ka-ching we are willing to do whatever he asks and go way off track in the process.

We meander between Wonka's candy hellscape, gator hate crimes, and Naruto's lackluster naming conventions all in the search of the Perfect Podcast™. What we end up with is a new kind of show that will fully encompass your life, extending beyond the present listening experience and into the murky past

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Your Blackberry is as inscrutable as it is functional. Your fingers slide across the 4 rows of buttons that take up half the front-device real estate. The screen show several pixelated icons that might have been drawn with an etch a sketch. You scroll down to messages where it blinks insistently that you have a new one from an unregistered number. This could be the break in the case you're looking for.

You scroll one further to the music icon. You put on Viva La Vida by Coldplay.

Damn. You love this song.

It begins to rain.

Richard and Sean set out to record another mummy-themed episode this week, but little do they know, things might not go according to plan. At least it's a beautifiul day outside today. Perfect to take care of some unruly grass, perhaps???

Somebody dies in this episode. Yeah. Dead dead. At least we made it to 10 episodes before our first casualty. And no, Wingman doesn't count. Oh shoot, look out! It's horrible 90s movie CG graphics! Shield your eyes!!!

In memoriam: Innocent Gopher

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This week's guest, Eli, takes us further away from the light but closer to the light of day. Prepare for our BIGGEST pivot yet. This ep we talk about defining, refining, and refinding our recording space and thinking about your space. Where are you? Where are we? We hope to find out next week!

Dick Justice was useless. You knew you shouldn't have entrusted the agency to him. You file a quick complaint against him to your old friends at the DA on your trusty Blackberry 6210. Damn it, forgot your password. What was it again? You check your arm which is covered in words tattooed into your skin. Hopefully you wrote it down somewhere. Pepsi brand Oreos - Get em while they're hot. Thats right, you sold ad space on your body to fuel your blood donation habit. Remember to shop at Maurice's Meats. Maurice's Meats? Where have you heard that before? You type it into your Blackberry. Bingo. It's your password.