To The Doomsday Machine!

I saw something on TV today that I just can't keep to myself. So, I was watching the History Channel as I ate lunch because they had a show on about torture areas and old mines and quarries that the Nazis used in WWII. (I am oddly drawn to WWII stuff.) The host said, with a straight face, that Hitler had a back-up plan for the apocalypse or something. A doomsday machine. *unthrilled expression* They even had a CG diagram showing how it would operate. This large drill-type machine would, if the war went terribly wrong, bore its way through the earth and ignite the core, causing the planet to explode. ... They did not, however, go on to explain that it was total crap!!! That the "doomsday machine" would melt into nada just into the mantle, if it got that far. And even if it were at all possible to make it to the core, I wasn't actually aware that solid iron and nickel were combustible. Could Hitler have been operating as if he were in an anime, by chance? (Because, as we all know, in anime everything is combustible and all people have like a million gallons of blood in their systems -- which is also combustible.) *sigh* Kind of like that movie that recently came out about the sun "going out" (because it's a giant lightbulb, apparently) and the dangerous space mission to reignite the sun. Gah! If the sun is nearing the "going out" phase it would swell to a size that would encompass the Earth anyway. I'm sure you can all imagine how many movies this ruins for me. The new journey to the center of the earth movie is not really on my must-see-list for the summer. However, Iron Man, now that's a flick I gotta see -- comic books have their own reality, much like anime. I dunno. I don't like science fiction unless the creator really knows what their talking about. Like, David Zindell, for instance. He is a mathematician that took up writing scifi and brought about the best world-creation I've read in his Requiem for Homo Sapiens trilogy. It wasn't one of those what-if-a-person-got-crossed-with-a-plant stories that brings the jolly green giant to life in a sinister yet all too predictable plot line we've all read before. (Like anyone could surpass Hawthorne's story of Rappaccini's Daughter anyway! It's so good!)
Well, I feel better now that I've had a little rant about the implausible mysteries of the show I watched earlier that did not make my spine tingle in the least. Better luck next time, History Channel. Apologies to you all for my extensive use of sarcasm in this blog entry. Cheers!
Oh - and the dragon and death there are just a fun doomsday-type picture. And, well, because it's a friggin' dragon! -- and thus awesomeness.