GGs Level 18: Let's Talk Hobbies Outside of Web3

Bubba opened with Cody's homestead progress ("the porta potty is key, dude"), then a viral TikTok bit about a kid's 18th birthday party where the party's whole appeal hinged on whether they had a porta potty. He also confessed Ava's new yellow-and-black PFP keeps fooling him: "I'll be in a space, I'm like, oh, no one's here, and then I'm like, oh shit, Ava is here."

Space (Wicket) shared he's studying for a certificate in additive manufacturing; he and Bubba geeked out over stubborn TPU filament in 101° heat before Bubba noted 3D printing runs all the way up to Boeing helicopter parts and in-house metal printing.

Wealthy gave the night's most heartfelt stretch: a principal who championed his poetry with a graduation gift, running 10 miles as moving meditation ("I feel like I'm one with the wind"), and music as the love of his life that carried him through depression and anxiety.

Asked about his own hobbies, Bubba deadpanned that he doesn't have any — "Cody's my hobby. That's really all I got right now" — with Cody clarifying, "just on Wednesdays and Fridays."

NoCredits explained the curse of turning a hobby into a job: at a recent family function someone asked why no one took pictures, and he and his 50-year-pro-photographer dad just looked at each other — "not us. No, we're photographers, we don't take photos."

Cody recounted a friend warning him not to drop his phone down the ice-fishing hole ("what idiot would do that"), then standing up to grab whiskey, pivoting, and hearing the fatal bloop. Five-months-old pro model, gone. This flowed straight into Long Lost landing on cooking and baking as his truest hobby P2 12:44.

MamaBear stole the night: the "crazy bead lady" who made teacher badge lanyards, a self-described badass driver who taught all her boys to drift, and then a very "fictional" tale involving a borrowed vehicle, a guardrail, and lighting a car on fire down a hill on military property. Bubba had to step in: "All right, this is recorded. We gotta chill" P2 19:37.

SLICK RIC walked through his lifelong lowrider dream: a clean red '62 he's repainting green as a memorial to his late nephew (born on St. Patrick's Day), with "peanut butter guts" interior and a trunk mural to come. It sparked Bubba's own story of a show-car paint job that came back the exact opposite color he ordered — purple with a hint of green instead of green with a hint of purple.

The night wound down into a wince-inducing lightning round of childhood wipeouts: Bubba showing off for his grandparents and hitting a sand pile, NoCredits chipping his tailbone rollerblading in Venice hours before a red-eye, and NoCredits' big-T-Rex-toe tale of a tandem bike coming to a full stop on his toe (three days in hospital).

Slick pitched Solana ("a little bit of alpha for your ass"), Bubba countered that "Ninja Cat is the new stable coin," and the room sent Cody to bed with a barrage of "rest them cheeks" jokes that folded in the night's new favorite word — klutz/clutch.