Ah, work. Along with school and death (like in the song), this is one human endeavor that's perennially underrated...not the least vocally by, um, me.

But as old Sigmund "Tweaker" Freud (or someone just like him) always said, "Without work, all life goes rotten." And darned if he doesn't have a point, as I've found out first-hand on occasion.

Even Marx--a fellow 19th-century paradigm-shaker with a beard you could lose a badger in--insisted that it was our human LOVE of work, not a desire to shirk it, that would lead inevitably to a more humane economic superstructure. Er...well, we're still waiting for that last part.

Sweet Cripes, listen to me ramble on. Ahem. Below, you'll find some of the things I've been paid actual currency (and occasional statuettes) for doing, the last decade or so:

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grunt...me work with hands...

...and work with (tiny) primate brain...