All Blogged Up

I started another blog today. It feels somewhat strange to be thinking in abstracts, lessons learned, principles gained, here, and then thinking in concretes, things done, people involved, there. If the two worlds should collide, then will my personalities become integrated, or will I become more schizoid?
It's been a slow time, but so much has happened. The company is shrinking around me, with the loss of such luminaries as Polo, Bubble and MadDog; Gabriel is about to go; Bull, Veg, Nix, and Tutu gone. There are empty offices and desks all over the place, and FO hasn't finished yet. I am, of course, questioning my own purpose, my desire to continue with the charade that something might happen to save us all, regardless of religious overtones. I'm not sure that I have faith in FO any more. At one point, I thought of him as the great white hope who could save us from Bubble's inactivity and stupidity. He was dynamic, only a year ago. Now he's caught up in the morrass of politics that the board has become, mired deep in the administration of a cash-strapped organisation looking for its next meal whilst simultaneously eating soup from a sieve.
Doodles is runing rampant in the way that MadDog used to. Gabriel couldn't fill Polo's shoes, and now Tank looks absolutely tiny in them, even when Axis, Stripe, and Scruff are squeezing in there with him. This, of course, makes four chiefs and two indians (one being a squaw) - a ratio that is destined for failure in the not-too-distant.

And yet, there's so much going on in product-land. I'm churning out new ideas, putting them into practice, keeping up with Doodles' sales efforts, and making some people excited with what's possible. The reality hits when I hand something over to engineering and they take away the features and deliver something late and ugly. If no-one owns the problem, then no-one's looking for the solution, fundamentally.
Ownership is becoming critical for me, because I'm happy to own anything. Call me greedy. I own the kitchen roster. I own the photocopier. Lucky me. I believe I own the HR problem, because I'm the only one who can see it. I've got that martyr complex going strong again, and this is just another big lost cause. If I wasn't a saint, it would be too much for me.

Now, where's that abstract blog?