"I laugh at funny stuff," she said aloud, unprovoked, to no one in particular, and yet to everyone. Tesla was twelve, maybe? Since that fateful day she hasn't looked back. Except, okay, for like this once to tell the story, and then every time she feels bad about herself so she looks at her blog and feels better because, hey she is pretty funny and likable and everyone is probably just jealous and intimidated by how clever and cool she is. "That's what Mom would say, and moms are pretty smart," she thought.