As I work at the computer, I'm listening to PASSIONS, the world's most moronic soap, an insult to Catholic doctrine, continuity, logic, timelines and screenwriting. I haven't caught it for a while, and today "Sister Whitney" - I thought nuns' names were changed to a religious one! - is visiting with God or a fraud who's materilaized in the chapel. She has to do penance for her incestuous pregnancy. I'm not making this up. God is played by an actor with the fruitiest reverberating, godawful voice, and I guess they're heading into a DaVinci Code ripoff. This show was funny four years ago when closet doors were gateways to hell and houses sank into the ground. Now it's pathetic.