I Think Stewart Just Won The Outdoors

I do not usually enjoy blogging on the weekend, but sometimes you see something and you say to yourself "I'm not going to not post this." So there you have it. Anyway, James posted this pic to Twitter last night and once again I find myself drawn into his fan circle. I feel like one of those little dogs at the vet being pulled by the leash into the examination room. I don't want to be there, but I find myself moving that direction against my own supposed free will. Stewart is a rugged maniac on a bike, and we all need reminders like this every so often. I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, when James is not out there winning, there is this distinct aura of instability in the universe. I do not like Stewart; he is a weird dude and the way his craziness-to-fame ratio parallels Lady Gaga's is downright scary. But I like good style. If someone is throwing down scrubs like this, it's not that I want to like them, I have to. It's a curse. I am the victim here, people.