Morning with my Geek Neighbors:

Not sure what the commotion was about, but lots of half-laughing euw sounds, then one of them says, "OK, I don't want to go to Hell anymore."

Clarification would probably be disturbing.

Gronk. How is Monday treating people?

I need a nap. Neeeeeeeeed.

I also had a huge damn epiphany, that's too complicated for me to get into right now (I'm at work, and it'll take a lot of typing, and I have a deadline staring me in the face). But it's a good thing.

Om assuming you're talking about a table, or about a form or query that's using a table to store the data you're talking about, then you need to open the table in design view and increase the size of the field you want to do the entry on.

If it's an attached SQL table (with a Microsoft SQL Server database) that's holding the data, you'll need to somehow go into SQL Server Management Studio (which used to be called Enterprise Manager in earlier versions) and increase the field size of the table there, and then redo or refresh the attachment to the table in Access.

Dude, I worship you. And love you. And will possibly send you more emails in the future, hoping you'll take it as a part of my worshiping/loving ritual.

Yay for informal PhD interviews, writers' groups, and epiphanies.

I dreamt we went to the renaissance fair with Neil Patrick Harris and he bought us horses.

Dude, I worship you. And love you. And will possibly send you more emails in the future, hoping you'll take it as a part of my worshiping/loving ritual.

All part of a day's work, ma'am.

Also, yay!

All part of a day's work, ma'am. Also, yay!

Strangely (for me), that's the basic reaction I get from a lot of people (mostly men), when I ask them for things.

I apologize for taken your reply as a gestalt, but I need to say something.

Somebody will need, sometime, to explain to me what is it about it that evokes the formal, cheery and "routinal" comment, all at once. It's been confusing me for years now.

Explain to me why companies insist on printing their bills in such a way that the perforation is always like, an eighth of an inch below the fold of the bill?

Why? What is the purpose of this, other than to drive people who haven't had enough coffee batshit with frustration trying to tear precisely along the perforation without mess ups?

Or is that just me being a Virgo?

Somebody will need, sometime, to explain to me what is it about it that evokes the formal, cheery and "routinal" comment, all at once.

I dunno - for me in this particular case it evokes the response of a superhero upon being thanked for "cleaning up this town" or something.

Or is that just me being a Virgo?

No it's not.

I dunno - for me in this particular case it evokes the response of a superhero upon being thanked for "cleaning up this town" or something.

I get it; yet, weirdness remains.