Comments to group discussions are cutting off at 4,000 characters

[Writer Chick {Diane}]

It's supposed to be 40,000! NOT 4,000.   I have submitted a support ticket.  Here is a screenshot of the error.  Anyone else noticed this?   (I just had another member say she posted 2,000 characters and it still said she couldn't add more than 4,000.)

TICKET #00601422

[Eric Suesz]

You should only see this issue with replies, Kevin. So, that sounds right. 

[RF]

Oh I cant wait till this is fixed! I wrote a really, really brilliant comment and it was cut off at 4,000 on my network, I was so mad and furious! I just said forget and went and had some tea. Please NING fix this soon! I know you will but...of course asking always makes me think it will happen faster :D

[M.Tariq Malik]

What is going on ning? :-(

Share button also disable, Where form NC can share any blog post, Discussion with all members.

Mean option share with all members in share button.

 

[M.Tariq Malik]

A lot of bugs on ning at this time. 

now when we use the option of resend invitation after selecting the all Invited IDs, show this error in address bar 

http://vustudents.ning.com/error.php?code=500 

& display this message in page

Our apologies

We're sorry, this social network is under maintenance. It should be available shortly, so check back soon.

[M.Tariq Malik]

Please ning don something :-( 

Discussion replies/comments characters limit problem.

Share button problem. Where now I can not share the any blog,discussion, videos,photos etc with all members. ( This option was very useful for me every time, With the help of this option I can send share any interesting things to my all members to their mail.) 

Resend invitation to selecting all invited list problem. We can not send the resend invitation, when we select all invite ID. 

[M]

+1 This needs to be fixed asap.

[Jim Kinson]

Ok, reading this explains this issue on the now 4000 limited characters. 

[kykeon]

same problem with me

started few days ago ..

[Paul Corona]

well....guess I'll have to stop posting Navy News in one of my groups due to this limit.....maybe time to look for a hosting site that lets us actually post the news...........

[Eric Suesz]

If you can wait until tomorrow, it will probably be fixed. If you can't, then I wish you well, sir. 

[Gerhard Kuchta]

 

.... propably .... tomorrow .... maybe .... wait ....

fact is: IT STILL DOESN'T WORK!

what about a discount of my (very high) annual fees for not really useable sites?

 

[Eric Suesz]

You are correct again, Gerhard!: It still does not work in the way that you want it to. It does work. You just may see a limit of 4,000 characters in a single reply. This probably won't affect a lot of people, but we know it is vitally important to some people, and I hope that we can get this fixed for you ASAP. 

To give you an idea of how long 4,000 characters is... 

You know that feeling, universal to the human experience, in which you are so very sleepy you can't keep your eyes open and you must...shut down...immediately? You struggle against it, swaying back and forth, sort of give in, and suddenly remember you're in a classroom, your pen dragging down the page in weird curlicues, or at the office, computer keys pressing into your forehead, or, maybe, on the subway, lulled by the dulcet tones of recorded transit information and the whooshing of air around the train. Mustering all your strength, you pry your eyes back open and grab something to read so as to act like none of that ever happened, really you were awake the ENTIRE TIME, you just had your eyes closed to rest them for a second, allergies, you know?

You know that feeling, universal to the human experience, in which you are so very sleepy you can't keep your eyes open and you must...shut down...immediately? You struggle against it, swaying back and forth, sort of give in, and suddenly remember you're in a classroom, your pen dragging down the page in weird curlicues, or at the office, computer keys pressing into your forehead, or, maybe, on the subway, lulled by the dulcet tones of recorded transit information and the whooshing of air around the train. Mustering all your strength, you pry your eyes back open and grab something to read so as to act like none of that ever happened, really you were awake the ENTIRE TIME, you just had your eyes closed to rest them for a second, allergies, you know?

You know that feeling, universal to the human experience, in which you are so very sleepy you can't keep your eyes open and you must...shut down...immediately? You struggle against it, swaying back and forth, sort of give in, and suddenly remember you're in a classroom, your pen dragging down the page in weird curlicues, or at the office, computer keys pressing into your forehead, or, maybe, on the subway, lulled by the dulcet tones of recorded transit information and the whooshing of air around the train. Mustering all your strength, you pry your eyes back open and grab something to read so as to act like none of that ever happened, really you were awake the ENTIRE TIME, you just had your eyes closed to rest them for a second, allergies, you know?

You know that feeling, universal to the human experience, in which you are so very sleepy you can't keep your eyes open and you must...shut down...immediately? You struggle against it, swaying back and forth, sort of give in, and suddenly remember you're in a classroom, your pen dragging down the page in weird curlicues, or at the office, computer keys pressing into your forehead, or, maybe, on the subway, lulled by the dulcet tones of recorded transit information and the whooshing of air around the train. Mustering all your strength, you pry your eyes back open and grab something to read so as to act like none of that ever happened, really you were awake the ENTIRE TIME, you just had your eyes closed to rest them for a second, allergies, you know?

You know that feeling, universal to the human experience, in which you are so very sleepy you can't keep your eyes open and you must...shut down...immediately? You struggle against it, swaying back and forth, sort of give in, and suddenly remember you're in a classroom, your pen dragging down the page in weird curlicues, or at the office, computer keys pressing into your forehead, or, maybe, on the subway, lulled by the dulcet tones of recorded transit information