  Now, for the record, inasmuch as the title of my blog is sounding rather disturbing, let it be known now that I am not (usually, at least) a demented person. Nor do I have a twisted sense of reality. (I think our sense of reality varies from individual to individual. While I might think that my views are harmless and mundane, someone else might find them subversive, or even blasphemous.
) Why "Demented Reality", you may ask? (Or you may not, but you'll get the answer anyways, regardless of whether you want to or not...) This is the reason: I wanted to title this blog "Murder Of Crows", because it was a name I go by in another journal, in another life. In fact, that journal is still around, I think. Only I rarely (if ever) update it anymore. But it turned out the name "Murder Of Crows" has already been taken. So I settled on "Demented Reality" instead. The name came to me like a cold bat to the chest, while I was relieving myself in the toilet one dark and un-stormy night. (I don't know about you, but I come up with wonderful ideas when I'm in the loo...) And so it came to be that I named my blog Demented Reality.
It's not as scary as it sounds. And I am not as scary as I sound, too. I'm probably the nicest guy you'll ever hope to meet. Just overlook the pentagram of blood hidden under my carpet in my room. Or the detached finger I carry around for good luck. I'm kidding, of course... 
