Obviously, we’re not suits and we don’t wear them either. We’re walking, talking, typing, tweeting, and sending SPLATTs. We’re total techies, but we love giving each other $#!*. The guys have Perez bookmarked, and the women know the teams and names of every player on every 53-man roster. So what does that mean? It means we have the three most important qualities necessary to create universe-altering stuff: smarts, curiosity (it may have killed the cat, but it fuels the SPLATT), and passion. Oh yeah and we have a sense of humor (well, we do now that SPLATT is up and running). It’s awesome-we get to talk trash, bust chops, and laugh our @$$ for a living! With SPLATT, we dish it out, take it right back but never forget to send some love when its all said and done.
Our headquarters overlooks the Pacific Ocean. No wait, it’s’ at the top of the French Alps. Actually, it occupies a bunker at Area 51. We run the whole operation from an old fort on the harbor in Cartagena. We’ve got offices in Helsinki, Stockholm, and Atlantis. We’ve got a South American Sales force and our marketing department sits in Moscow. Our engineers are hard at work in the Australian outback and the Astral Plane. Nonsense you say? You are right! It doesn’t matter where we are, it only matters where you are, because SPLATTs come from you!
What happens when you cross a football star and an engineer with 1600 on his SATs? That’s right, our two founders met accidentally one day on a campus, which shall remain nameless. It happened in the library. There was a girl. One came in with her, the other tried to leave with her. It’s the same old story. Trash talk ensued. It was brains vs. brawn. DOS vs. dumbbells.
As so often happens, they both lost the girl. But they both realized that the most fun part of the whole thing was the trash talk. The jock knew about sports, the geek knew about computers, and Voila! SPLATT was born.
They sat all night in the library together and thought of all kinds of other things people disagree about: celebs, politics, girls, boys, movies. Put two people in a conversation and there’s bound to be a competitive element. It’s just they way humans are built. And now, because of the magical meeting of the Meathead and the Mind, friends can put one another down at all hours of the day or night, in all four corners of the world.
