I am a single syllable, but I hold many identities. I can measure the land, yet I have no feet. I can catch your meal, yet I have no teeth. I punish the naughty, yet I have no hands. I sense the dim light, yet I have no eyes. I link the turning wheels, yet I never move myself. What am I?

The first four are what you can join in Kingdom of Loathing or WoW. All together, it's the sound of a metal pow. It's an Onomatopoeia, but not a bang. Three in a row of this, Judy Garland sang.

It may be done to your vision. You may store important and not so important stuff there. You may see one if you look up.

You learned to do it in primary school, though now you likely use a device to do it. If your family has this, you may want one for your house as well.

Why did the family picture go to prison?