My friend Philippe just left planning in order to become a French government bureaucrat. I'm not sure what that says about the allure of planning, but it is certainly a loss because he is an excellent planner.
The loss is magnified by the fact that he will no longer be keeping up his "Loser's Archive." For years, he has collected print ads that are, as he says, not the worst ads ever exactly, but just "off" somehow. Maybe it's an unwieldy metaphor. Hamfisted abuse of Photoshop. Childish wordplay. Inadvertent yet disturbing trespassing of cultural or social boundaries. But all of them have a certain rigid, clammy glee that I associate with infomercials. They're like little advertising corpses prepared by an unskilled but enthusiastic undertaker. Enjoy.