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The Freeskier podcast just hit 1,000,000 downloads. Yes, you read that right ONE MILLION DOWNLOADS. Wrap your head around that number. Our videos have been downloaded one million times in the few months that we’ve been podcasting.

In celebration of this momentous occasion, I’ve released the Freeskier Magazine Podcast for Apple TV. This new podcast is specifically for Apple TV subscribers and is presented in HD, 1280×720p, 24fps to be exact.

I’ll be adding more episodes in HD in the upcoming weeks. So, if you’re one of the lucky few to own an Apple TV you can point yourself over to this link and enjoy all that we’ve got to offer in stunning 720p.

American Idol is the worst show ever to grace television. I feel horrified knowing that millions of cattle Americans tune in each week to watch this complete waste of time.

That is all.

Everyone, please join us here at MMP in wishing my brother, Andrew Amirault, a very happy 24th birthday. It sucks that we don’t get to hang out as much as we used to, however when when we’re together it is pure magic.

Take this last occurance for example. Andrew and I went to Hunter Mountain in New York a few short weeks ago for an event I was covering. Andrew was partying like a rockstar and retired a little earlier than the rest of us. Bored, wide awake and drunk, we then proceeded to cover him with all the items that we could muster up from our quaint little room at a local bed and breakfast.

Please note the feather in his cap.

Happy birthday bro.

Simon, on the cover of The Denver Post. Congrats to The Dumont. On a side note, on the day this photos was taken in Aspen, he won $25,000 for winning the 3rd stop of The Honda Ski Tour.

Mother nature had a few tricks up her sleeve today at Loveland. I was there to MC the Vert Alert slopestyle and rail jam and it dumped around a foot of snow. The conditions were so good, that the rail jam was called off so people could go shralp the gnar. I took cousin Ry and my bum knee and headed into the woods. It was epic.

You can literally bounce off the walls. I’m going here on vacation. Jesus, I could make it rain here. Imagine, an entire room made of trampolines. Even the walls are angled to bounce off of. I’d put on a clinic.
If your kids have ADD, you could just let them loose in here for an hour. Chances are, they’d either come backtired and calm, or dead. Either way, you get some peace and quiet.

Best of all, this place has “extreme dodgeball” night. Where you play dodgeball in this epic arena.

I’m in love.

http://www.jumpskyhigh.com/

If you’ve been thinking of killing yourself, you’ve got a classy new venue to add to your list of “Ways to end it”. It is a glass bottomed skywalk that rises 3,000+ feet above the grand canyon. For only $25 bucks plus some “additional fees” you can rocket yourself off of this baby for a one way trip to the bottom of the grand canyon.

Why blow your brains out, stick your head in the oven or hang yourself when you can go on the ultimate thrill ride with a 3,000 foot freefall! Upon impact with the jagged floor of the grand canyon you’ll instantaneously be converted to hamburger. Which is perfectly fine, vultures gotta’ eat something!

Image by Robyn Beck

Here’s the Current “Ways to end it” list.

1. Jump into the shark tank at Sea World.
2. Be a speedbump during a NASCAR race.
3. Golden Gate Bridge.
4. Listen to every Yanni song ever written and wait for your skull to implode.

If you have any other creative ways, feel free to leave some comment love.

P.S. - MMP is back, bitches.

It is no secret that China is planning world domination and has been dubbed “the land of opportunity”.  From what I hear, there are jobs for everyone.  Take this guy for example, he’s got a sweet 9 to 5′er.  He holds the targets for the Chinese military’s range practice.  How sweet is that?

Those familar with MMP3 will recognize the layout, background pattern and general layout queues. As far as the backend goes, everything is different.

I’ll be making some tweaks to the layout and commenting system in the next few days.

-dave

This past weekend, I got wasted. Let me first and foremost let it be known that I did not plan this in any way and that it was a completely spontaneous event that was amplified by the company of one Simon Dumont. Let me break it down for you with a little timeline…

Saturday, March 17th (St. Patrick’s Day)

3:00 PM: Pick Simon up from Denver International Airport. His baggage is missing.

3:45 PM: Arrive in Boulder, attempt to play golf. Turns out they stopped renting clubs and neither Simon or I have any equipment. Ok, scrap that idea.

3:47 PM: Phone call from Caitlin, Andrew and others who are boozin up on the hill at a place called “The Pit”. Sure, why not.

4:00 PM: Simon and I arrive at the pit. There is green beer. It is an outdoor patio. We’re thirsty. Sure, why not.

4:45 PM: Whoah, they have green rum drinks too? Sure, bring a few of those over here.

5:15 PM: I accidentally knock a drink off the table and have to “shoot the boot”. You pour a full drink into your shoe, and chug it. The bar goes wild. I just had to drink a green rum drink out of my shoe. Please note, this was the point of no return. I notice that in the midst of everyone’s excitement, my phone is soaked and the screen isn’t working. Great.

5:45 PM: We put the brakes on the boozin, time for some dinner. We’re starving. Oh wait, I know… Let’s go to the West End Tavern, they have awesome Long Island Ice Tea’s.

6:30 PM: We rally up with the girls and head to the West End for dinner. Long Island’s flow like water. The power goes out, we eat and drink in the dark outside.

8:15 PM: Dinner is over, Jerard is having people over for a cocktail hour. Sure, why not.

11:00 PM: Ok, so “cocktail hour” turned into a massive boozin event filled with Jeager, vodka and other assorted hard beverages. We’re officially tanked. Simon and I wrestle, I spring up onto a cabinet and kick him in the head only to fall to the floor. We’re now destroyed.

11:15 PM: Time to head downtown to hit the bars.

11:30 PM: Thanks to Luke, we’re driven downtown and go to Half Fast to get pitchers of Long Island Ice tea and other assorted beverages. We run into some friends, share a few dozen drinks and further our severe inebriation.

Sunday, March 18th (Sunday)

1:15 AM: Half Fast is played out, Dumont, Mollie, Charlie and a few others head up the hill. Dumont mysteriously disappears with Charlie (she’s a girl) and we figure they left to make it happen.

1:30 AM: We arrive at a house party. More beer.

2:20 AM: My phone rings, I can’t answer. I can’t see the screen. It is pissing me off, so I throw it into a basement wall and break it into 3 pieces. I guess the people there didn’t appreciate that, tension was high, I left.

2:25 AM: With no phone, my friends missing and me hammered I decide to walk the 3 miles back to my house. Along my way home a friendly citizen hands me a flask of unopened Jack Daniels. I figure that I should get something to eat with this new beverage, so I buy a gigantic bag of beef jerky (does anyone buy that stuff sober?) and begin my epic trek home.

3:xx AM: I arrive home with an empty bag of jerkey and the Jack Daniels consumed.

5:xx AM: Vomit.

12:30 PM: Luke crawls through the window to get into my apartment to wake me up. I guess Dumont broke his phone too, he magically woke up at Peter Olenick’s place on the hill and magically survived the evening.

We then spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing and playing 9 holes of golf with The Dumont, Jeard and Luke. We played the most miserable round of golf ever, however had a great time screwing around and banging around in golf carts. The highlight of the afternoon was when Simon was in a golf cart and ran over Luke’s golf bag at full speed. It was hilarious.

I’m not drinking for a long time. Good thing Simon isn’t coming back to Boulder for a while.