Highlights
Two hosts, one chill Space.
CEELOS opened Episode 308 as a low-key open convo — "just me and solo" — noting everyone else was out at NFT NYC getting it. He'd been half-listening to the Robinhood/Boost space all morning until his wife made him put on Shameless, which he's dismayed to learn runs eleven seasons.
Small-money degen theater.
The core of the first half: sweeping cheap mints, the "hood hash" pagers that sold out in the time it took to switch wallets, V-RAM miners, bandits, corrupteds. CEELOS's actual not-financial-advice thesis — take ~$100 of Robinhood money, sweep three here and five there, gamble $20, and you'll usually recoup the twenty. He also walked through unstaking and fusing broker-punk tokens in real time, complete with a MetaMask "please update" interruption.
Cutthroat Val.
Val explained her plan to sit on coin, wait for the dump, and buy her "Macy" — actually four, to flip and sell later. The degens were scandalized in the best way. CEELOS delivered the house motto: "Today's price isn't tomorrow's price."
Spaces vs. spouses.
Wolf recounted how his wife (Meow) wore him down over a couple of years — he thought crypto was "a croc" and a scam — until he caved and went all in. Val one-upped it with the image of hiding behind a dumpster at the Texas State Fair while her husband stared at her, wondering why she was in Spaces. Solo noted CEELOS does the same thing to Val on date night.
Chinatown, tastes-like-childhood edition.
CEELOS took the week off for his wife Crystal's birthday and is heading to Chinatown. Cue a warm tangent: the toy guns of the '80s that "look real," the nunchucks and ninja stars he still wants in his 40s, and Phoenix Bakery — the one cake shop so essential that, in his memory, parents nearly came to blows if you showed up with the wrong cake.
The legendary bacon.
Slick Ric and Wolf hyped a piece of bacon from last year's meetup to near-mythic status — "hella thick, almost look like pieces of spam," glazed sweet-and-spicy, "almost not even bacon, it's just pork belly." Slick Ric admitted talking about it was making him hungry. Earlier, the group workshopped fixing Baked up — Slick's prescription for the almost-30 bachelor included, unforgettably, "butt paste."
Fist to the face.
Teasing that Liz is so tireless she might be AI-generated earned Val's deadpan warning — "You're gonna get a real fist to the face one day" — especially about her football team. Wolf pivoted straight into peak absurdity: he lets Meow carry his spare leg around New York so nobody bothers her, and CEELOS suggested displaying it in a glass case with fake blood, because in New York nobody would even look twice.
"Hi, I'm Valerie."
Val, resigned to hiding in a corner and dodging photos, tried out a brave, extra-social greeting voice — including a helium-pitched "hi, everybody" — while CEELOS pointed out it was the exact same voice she always uses. He signed off promising to just AI-generate a face to paste on any pictures she's in.
Topic timeline
| Time | Topic |
|---|---|
| 1:41–6:15 | Pre-show banter + intro track |
| 6:15–16:00 | Catch-up, Shameless, cluttered wallets, cheap-mint theory |
| 16:00–26:00 | Corrupteds, bandits, praying bears, broker-punk fuse/burn (live) |
| 26:00–31:00 | Val joins; coin-flipping and "cutthroat Val" banter |
| 31:00–37:00 | Wolf, NFT NYC, Spaces-vs-spouses, Yankees |
| 37:00–42:00 | CEELOS's week off + Chinatown nostalgia |
| 42:00–45:00 | Title tweaks; Baked's house hunt |
| 45:00–52:00 | The bacon; NYC meetup logistics |
| 52:00–58:00 | NYC vibes vs. West Coast; Val traveling solo |
| 58:00–1:04:00 | NYC spots; Val's photo-shyness |
| 1:04:00–1:07:51 | Birthday plans, blessings, close |
Notable quotes
No, I'm trying to get four of them to flip and sell later.
I've hid behind a dumpster at the Texas State Fair with my husband just staring at me, like, why are you in Spaces?
Why do California guys gotta be such pussies? It's November. It's not like it's the middle of July.
Almost look like pieces of spam it's so thick, but it's bang, and it's like glazed.
You're gonna get a real fist to the face one day.
I let her take my extra leg and she walks around and everybody thinks she's weird because she's carrying a leg around and nobody bothers her.
Who said what
- CEELOS (@CEELOSFIGG) — host; steered the mellow recap, narrated his degen mints, and carried the Chinatown and closing bits.
- Solo dolo (@solodolo) — cohost; the waffles-and-the-gym counterweight, quietly holding the stonks he bought at 0.003 and refusing his flowers.
- ValerieKates (@valeriekates_) — the only Re:Building Together host actually going to NFT NYC; the room's cutthroat coin-flipper and cheerfully camera-shy target of every roast.
- Wolf (@WoofArmyXX)* — NYC-bound with wife Meow; source of the marriage-into-Spaces story, the Yankees-hat plan, and the running leg gag.
- Slick Ric (@richj530)* — fresh from church with a back tattoo pending; NYC veteran and chief bacon evangelist.
- toomazingTM (@TooMazing265)* — fought headphone/audio gremlins most of the Space, surfaced for trades and a closing "I love you."
- Baked (@Bakedmetax) — absent but present in spirit; house-hunting out of a moldy place, with a stray cat waiting to come home once he moves.
Worth a full listen
- 45:00–47:20 The bacon monologue in full. No summary conveys the reverence Slick Ric and Wolf bring to describing two glazed slices that are "almost not even bacon."
- 53:53–55:20 The Liz-is-AI riff, Val's fist-to-the-face warning, and Wolf's spare-leg-in-a-glass-case escalation all land back-to-back — the funniest stretch of the night.
- 1:02:39–1:03:15 Wolf vowing to scan Val out of her corner ("I'm half robot") and Val debuting her brave "hi, I'm Valerie" voice — a small, warm bit about actually showing up IRL.
* some voices are identified from context; those names are marked as likely.
