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On the road back from Portland, there was a flicker on the car's hood. A brown feather, caught under the wiper? No, there's the sparkle of an eye, looking back at me. Over a few glances, the mystery resolved itself: A small brown mouse had stowed away under the hood of the car, his fur now flattened in the breeze as he huddled in the rain-catch between windshield and hood. After a few seconds exploring the 70 mph breeze in the world above, he darted back into some secret passage belo the hood again.

I pulled over to let him off, but he'd stowed away in some nook or cranny around the engine. Hope you like your new home in The Bay, little guy.

Penny Arcade Expo was a good time for making connections with other new game designers and running demos. I handed the sales side off to someone else, and they sat on it and did nothing. All told, some good stuff, and some hard lessons learned.