Bad translation. Running the Panasonic.jp page through Google Translate gets us this useful phrase:

Agree with McMike - the vacuum isn't charged from a USB port, the removable battery that powers the vacuum happens to have a USB port on it that can charge a phone (or similar).

Sorry. Can't unsee this.

Good for you. That's a higher available credit-to-income ratio than I'm comfortable seeing on my own credit reports but whatever floats your boat.

I'm sure there's an old saying something like "Don't step on the landmine. But even if you do, take heart: at least you've shown others a good spot to avoid in the future."

So when I was a 19-year-old freshman at Ohio University, I didn't see the danger of debt. When a credit card company arrived on campus to sign students up for cards, I grabbed a clipboard, filled out the paperwork and got my first card on the spot. My only income was a campus job that paid minimum wage—$3.85 an hour…

...not that I wouldn't enjoy some quality time in an '06 Legacy GT wagon.

Yes, they've gotten larger, but that also means that there's more interior room.

Obnoxious necessities?

Pretty and symmetrical... but wrong.

Not for my kitchen. My kitchen likes measurements to be accurate. The designer has chosen symmetrical prettiness over correct measuring.

I dunno about the fine, but the dry-cleaning bill after the next pothole's sure going to take a chunk out of the ol' wallet.

I caught one of our state legislators a few years ago (yay for clear "district #x" state-issued plates!) using both hands to eat a bowl of cereal while doing 75mph down I-25. I'm sure he could manage Fazoli's for lunch.

At least the drunk is LOOKING AT THE ROAD. He may not be paying much attention to it and it may be covered in pink elephants, but he's looking at it.

I looked closely and you're right. Sure isn't American Maid.

Re: memory on thick cables.

In the bowels of hell where it belongs, hopefully. That's great for permanently shortening a cable, but it's also great for permanently deforming it (kind of like foot binding or those neck-stretching African tribes from the back-issues of Nat'l Geographic).

Huh. The dealer must have forgotten to ask for my AARP membership card.

Same can be said for ANY product where the warranty might become handy someday. Be VERY sure that you know who IS and is NOT a brand-authorized reseller.

Except that it costs an absolute FORTUNE in comparison to anything useful.