Monday, November 29, 2021

And now, finally, reasons why "The Sangriham" is a bad name for a Sandwich


 There's a lot of good names for sandwiches out there. 

- The Ruben 

- The Club

- The BLT 

- The BLAT

- The BLAT but replace the T with a G please - what "G" sir? - I don't care, I just want to hear you say BLAG, ha ha "Blaaaaggg". 

- The Meatball Sub 

- The Number 2


These are sandwich names that have lived on in folklore, been referenced in great films, been referenced in mediocre films, and possibly even television shows (I'm not sure, I only researched films for this blog). 


We love these sandwich names. And for good reason, they are GREAT sandwich names. Solid, rich, descriptive, and sometimes, with some minor adjustments to ingredients, HILARIOUS. 


But then, oh yes... then... along comes.... The Sangriham. 

 

Oh it seems like a good sandwich name... at first. It starts with "the" which is PERFECT. It sounds fun, sophisticated, epic but also accessible, regal yet also a tad like an old motel which has seen better days in a town which has seen better decades. It burst onto the stage, and the stage seemed crafted for it's arrival. 


"I'll have The Sangriham", people imagined characters in films saying. Mediocre films AND great ones, and possibly even TV shows, although we didn't research that. 

"Sorry we're out of The Sangriham" we imaged the reply, in gritty dark dramas. Or "Great choice, coming right up" in witty, possibly New York or San Francisco based romantic comedies. 


Did that happen though? No it didn't. Why? Because, sadly, it turned out The Sangriham was a BAD name for a sandwich. Some even say "really" bad. 


And now finally the reasons why it is a bad name, (or as some say "really" bad) are to be revealed, exclusively here. 


The Sangriham

1. The name sort of hints that the sandwich may have ham in it. But does it? Yes. It's an optional extra. Well fuck you, I don't LIKE ham dicks. 

2. Is there just one single The Sangriham on earth? Nope. Fuck you, I wanted an exclusive. 

3. "Where's my mummy?" 

"Um, I don't know Maam, why do you ask?" 

"Well I'm not going to asks for a The Sangriham, am I. The grammar is AWFUL". 

4. Or is it the "word order" rather than the "grammar". 

5. Fuck, now that I think about it I don't think me actually knows what grammar actually is? It's not spelling, it's not punctuation, or is it both of those things? 

6. And why do people care, it's all just words. 

7. And dots and dashes and shit. 

8. Plus - dot? How the fuck did the dot get to be the "and that's final" punctuation. "I'm not going to buy a bucket of sand ever again period. They have them for free at the beach. If you bring your own bucket". Being a sentence with prime use of both the word "period" and it's punctuation representative the dot, to represent the phrase "and that's final". 

9. Fuck that - dot does not deserve this power. 

10. I mean what is a dot? Is it like the point of an arrow. Because that's the scary bit of an arrow, and I am FOR removing that. 

11. Now, "A pointless arrow", now that's a killer name for a sandwich. It's witty AND it makes you think. 

12. "The Sangriham" on the other hand would be an awesome name for a building. Possibly one where people gather. "I'll see you at The Sangriham" would be something people would say. Then they would discuss specifics, like time, dress code, and possibly details about the other people whom may be gathering there. Hell Yes! 

And lastly because. 

13. The Mustard was passed use by date. Yuck. 


Well I think we've answered this one. 

- Someone should name a building The Sangriham, with a sandwich shop, which sells a sandwich called A Pointless Arrow, and with IN date mustard. 

- Fuck off dots! 

- Blag - ha ha! 





The surprising truth about being mistaken for a beaver

Well I think it goes without saying, it's pretty dang nice to be back here, at the blog, on the blog, and for those of us who are not here, (perhaps they are over there, out the back or maybe even somewhere in the  elsewhere zone), I think we can be sure, they too are happy, to be here. 

It's nice. It's nice to be chosen to write this blog that I created. It's nice. 

I'll tell ya what is probably NOT nice though... being mistaken for a Beaver. 


Consider this: 

"Hey Beaver..." 

"Who me?"

"Yeah you, the beaver" 

"Oh sorry, I am not a beaver, I'm actually an adult human-being. Plus we are here in Australia, a country with no beavers" 

"What about at the zoo?" 

"You have me there pal - and it is definitely nice to be reminded occasionally that swift assumptions can often be wrong and harmful to my OWN self - in terms of the way they make me foolish - or worse swift to judge - or worse still something worse, like maybe a thorn in the toe, or even a toe in the thorn, no one ever thinks about it from the thorns point of view -

    'Hi I'm a thorn'

    'Here, go in a toe' 

    'What... a TOE? I can't get a rib? A kidney? Even an ankle? Give me an ankle at least man, I can't go home for Christmas and tell mum and dad I ended up as a fucking toe thorn!"

"Yeah, that's AWFUL sounding - so I thank you" 

"No, I thank YOU beaver man" 


Nope - see, I proved myself wrong. Being mistaken for a beaver is clearly actually the pathway to great learning, and is therefore great for humanity, and should in fact be the cornerstone of the educational system from now on. 


Well I think we've answered this one. 

- Being mistaken for a beaver is rad. 

- Being a thorn in a toe is fucking awful. 

- And being here on the blog is nice, even if we're not here at all but in the elsewhere zone, it's just great that that is some how also here. 



Help Save Education - Mistake an adult human for one of these TODAY 



Ps. This might be a gopher, I can't tell the difference.