In switzerland, one has to take a course (with official binder but no longer homework) and pass practical and theoretical (written and oral) tests in order to call themselves a horseman. I used to say "in the Old Country, all you have to do is fall off 7 times", but the older I get the more I suspect an unreasonably effective way to filter for horsemen is to ask if they have a favourite wheelbarrow.
On that note, among my favourite anekdoty, "nasha" Natasha Ilyinichna is at a dance. (the following should be shaggy-dog extended when told, but I'll spare you all) First she dances with Andrei Nikolayevich, but when she notices a fleck on his shirt cuff he apologises profusely and begs pardon to leave so he can change. Then she dances with Pierre Kirillovich, but when she notices a crumb on his cheek he apologises profusely and begs pardon to leave so he can wash up. Then she starts dancing with a Hussar, Rzhevsky, but when she notices a large splotch of mud on his boot...
— Oh baby, don't you worry your pretty little head. That's not mud, it's shit, so when it dries up it'll fall off all by itself.
Oh aha, good to see the subtle pointouts are back! (This mode of convo can be helpful for local ( intrapartitional) terraforming) This one had me in stitches!
Dropping the innuendos a bit, I'm truly sorry for the hamfisted way I go about doing it (what with the shit on my uniform from transporting manure)
All I can say for now is, I see why you'd think it's impt that I rewrite that bit of firmware (and that three-way with mrmann was a precious moment in time --- but it could still be a moment that can rewrite firmwares in the future..)
[0] thank you RWR (1981)
[1] (wrt AG) note that Alphane saints tend to come from the Heebs