I swear, if I ever in my life again have to clean up craptacular HTML expelled from the nether regions of Microsoft Word, I am going to have to follow the exalted example of the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council and gnaw my own leg off.
This stuff is truly, madly, deeply vile, and it resists being cleaned up like a three-year-old making mud pies.
This rant has been brought to you by a TAG contract that I probably should never have signed and am incredibly thankful to say runs out at the end of this year. Tech writing, especially when it consists of gluing together bits and pieces from sixteen different sources? Is very not my thing. Rah-rah those who do it without going bananas. Me, I’m going bananas.
