We were all set to watch “I Am A Fugituve From A Chain Gang,” the infamous muckracking film from the 30’s that I’ve been wanting to see since I was about 16. And then. I stepped out to the corner to get ice cream. I got back and Andy had been channel surfing and was watching “Hit Me Baby 1 More Time.” O my God. “A reality show for ME!” he squealed. The Motels, Vanilla Ice, The Knack. No contest. Here I am, banished to my computer, sadder but wiser.