As time drags on, Nurmi and Willmott have less and less to work with. It's like they're begrudgingly playing Musical Chairs In Hell. Jodi keeps yanking chairs away, but Nurmi and Willmott have to keep playing. Soon Willmott will be on Nurmi's lap. Or maybe vice-versa, since Nurmi showed up for the party all lean and mean. Inevitably they'll be sitting on the floor, crying over their lost credibility.
Samuels may have done his testing relatively soon after Jodi murdered Travis, but, as we know, Juan gently and patiently coaxed him into admitting that he may have made a couple little oopsies that could theoretically have had some slight but insignificant effect on his results. One thing that he was able to show, inadvertently, was that Jodi is a liar. Oh wait, we already knew that.
Jodi's memory is actually pretty interesting. It goes goes on and off like her underwear. She can remember how she felt when she was doing things she can't remember doing. When she can remember something, she adds all sorts of absurdly irrelevant details... like, oh, say, telling Det. Flores that she used her right foot when she kicked the poor dog her family kept chained up in the backyard. Kicking a chained dog is right up there with shooting wolves from a helicopter. Morally repugnant.
Sorry, no citations for any of this. Too tired.
(This may make me sound like a bit of a ghoul, but I wish we had annotated and indexed transcriptions of everything, as well as summaries of the key events in Jodi's sorry life before she took the PPL bait and showed up at the convention.)