I didn't manage many photos...but the five I did take can be found here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/apexdigest/sets/72157603847007083/
You might want to look at the photos right quick, as they will give faces to the folks in the list below. I hung out with these folks the whole weekend.

Here's a list of things that "might or might not" have happened at Chattacon 2008:

1) Tell Jennie Breeden that I wore the "devil's panties" every day.
2) Shake my money maker to Prince's "Darling Nikki."
3) Ask Zocko! to "zock it to me." (yes, you may groan)
4) Stand over Justin while wearing my CPAP-Vader mask for three hours in the middle of the night (this one has become a regular occurrence at cons).
5) Watch a lady place a plate of food on her chest and proceed to have dinner while she performed during a Burlesque show.
6) Make lewd remarks to Summer Breeden using American Sign Language.
7) Stood toe-to-toe with 98 pounds of Zocko! after 10 shots of Butterscotch Schnaps. I can hold my liquor better than anyone!
8) Got slapped after yanking Nigel Slade's pirate scarf from his head.
9) Watched Summer Breeden eat a barrel of pickles at the Pickle Barrel. It was a bit stomach-churning, to tell the truth.
10) Spiked Judi's water bottle with pure-grade from-the-radiator SE KY moonshine.
11) Stare at Paul Bielaczyc while he threatened people with an iron mace topped with a giant D20.

The con was a blast. We did okay at the booth. Met and partied with all kinds of kickass folks like Jennie & Summer Breeden, Nigel Slade & Zocko!, Judi & Justin and the Aradani boys. Had dinner at the Pickle Barrel on Friday night (featured in Cherie Priest's book Wings to the Kingdom).

For the second year in a row, the registration process was a massive joke. I, for one, will never be going back to Chattacon for this reason.

The dealer's room was a mess. As bookseller Larry Smith stated: The whole dealer's room has turned into a fucking yard sale and masquerade ball for Goths.

Well said, Mr. Smith. Well said.

So, final tally. Good friends, good times. Worth the trip, but I've got to attend cons where they're serious about literature and less about catering to drunkards.

Apex Publications will be at Chattacon this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Books, magazines, and mugs galore!

And Apex graphic designer Justin Stewart will be put on display for all to see the entire weekend.

I've been absolutely swamped with work. Increased work demands, Apex #8 coming out, and my recent intestinal ailment all came to a head at the same time and now I'm dog paddling in a quagmire of my own making.

But it's going to get better. Chattacon is in a couple of weeks, and I'm counting on that to be a mini-vacation, a way for my brain and body to reset. Lot's of cool people will be there. Submissions editor and our local interrogator, Mari Adkins will be there. Justin Stewart, Stan Lee's lovechild, will be there. Alethea Kontis, noted children's picture book writer and popular horror-mistress, will be there. E.D. Trimm, our mysterious copy editor will be there.

Michael Bielaczyc, Aegri Somnia cover artist will be in attendance. As will Judi Davidson. Issue 9 contributor (and con GoH) Kevin J. Anderson will be there!

I hope you stop by our dealer's booth and say "Hey."

As is tradition before attending a con, here's a list of things that may, or may not, happen at Chattacon.

1) Justin will awaken in a seedy Chattanooga motel room amidst a pile of dirty red thongs. Thongs everywhere, but no Thong Girl to be found.

2) I will drink 8 free beers in 90 minutes at the Saturday night dance-party and start busting moves like Will Farrell in Old School.

3) I now know better to ask Judi Davidson to reach into my pants pocket for anything.

4) Shave my head and paint my face to look like the dude on the cover of Aegri Somnia. Then chase Mike Bielaczyc around the dealer's room for 3 days.

5) I will try to charm/trick one random writer into contributing to the Apex cause (Cherie Priest fell for my charms last year, bless her heart).

6) Justin and I will not take a drink of scotch from a random drunk stranger's plastic bottle. We promise.

7) Will not sing I DID IT ALL FOR THE NOOKIE from the fifth floor balcony. That is so 90s.

8a) Will not "trip" on a rock and grab Alethea's buttocks while saying "alphaOOPS."
8b) Alethea will not say "K is for Kick, a Kick in the groin" in response.

9) I will be more careful about walking up to a stout looking woman in a leather bustier and asking about her whip.

10) Mari will be cornered by a group of insecure writers she's rejected and be forced to argue with them about why they're still rejected.

11) I will ignore the dumbass during the panel "How to Get Published" that wants a promise from me that I won't still their ideas if they submit their work to Apex.

As you can tell, the Apex folks are going to have fun. :)