I love to be sold things. I'm a hopeless romantic. I love to fall in love, to get caught up, even if I'm falling in love with a toaster made in China or the old man (of course) who sells it to me. Its the passion, the fantasy that this is the most amazing toaster in the world, made just for me. I know I will get home and burn my toast or set my house on fire, but I thrive on those few moments when I allow myself to fall for the sales pitch.
So when I got this invitation to the Carnivale of Ascension, p