Thank you, I may have to have hubby watch and see if that fits the description.
MizTina you have no idea how happy it makes me to know that your fear of snakes doesn’t include a wish to do them harm!! I’ve never in my life met someone who didn’t like them, but was willing to let the poor things live in peace. My figurative hat’s off to you.
Sodium lithium boron silicate hydroxide. That and people clearing their throats. I always thought the sound was gross, but I work near some who does it loudly, dozens of times a day.
Anytime I see George Steinbrenner or Bud Selig on TV I break out in hives.
But it passes as soon as I change the channel.
Physically: Migraines. I’ll have the lights off and the blinds down, and still the little light that gets in is painful even through my eyelids. But using a sleepmask just makes it worse, because the feeling of it on my skin is intolerable. Bleh.
Mentally: Blood in general, but the worst is surgery. My parents are completely addicted to one of the medical drama shows (Grey Matter? Something like that). I watched it once with them when I was home, and literally ran out of the room when there was a sudden shot of a scalpel cutting into someone.
Head voices, saying kryptonite things.
When I was a kid, I remember someone telling me their bike lock was a kryptonite lock. I was afraid to go near it, but once I did, I realized that it was a marketing gimmick and it was not made of real kryptonite.
In answer to the OP, it’s music by The Doors or Nirvana. I know both of those bands are often held in high regard, but I wince when I hear them and I look for an excuse to go to another room. It’s not my style, not my taste, please don’t be offended. It’s a genetic disorder, and their music weakens me.
Since this is basically a poll, I’ll move it to In My Humble Opinion for you.
Cajun Man
for the SDMB
Whenever I post my dread of wooden ice cream paddles, someone always says “Me too.”
And Welcome to the Boards WhatHappenedNext?
Well *today *it is this damn cold that I have. It has really been knocking me on my butt the last few days. I would have stayed home (I usually have the luxery of working from home when I want) but one of the guys who works for me needs a ride and I’m pretty much the only one who can give it to him…
Oh well, this too shall pass.
Hearing my son grind his teeth. He just got his first tooth on top and has two on bottom and loves to grind them together, presumably because it feels weird. It’s like nails on a chalk board - makes me shudder every time. Fortunately, the novelty is slowly wearing off and he doesn’t do it quite as often.
Oooh, and I have ricotta. The thought of eating it makes me want to barf. My mom and sister frequently eat it straight out of the tub in front of me just to gross me out.
Moldy food. Squicks me right the hell out.
Also, the song “Come On, Eileen.” The song will send me in a mad rush to the dial. And, if for some reason I can’t reach it. . .I just whimper quietly until the song is over. No, I don’t know why.
The Lucio Fulci film Zombi (aka Zombie 2) features a scene of a woman getting impaled, eye-socket-first, on a large splinter of wood. Kinda fakey but well-edited and very effective. The image gets an oblique nod in Rodriguez’s half of Grindhouse.
My contribution to the thread:
Rub a balloon on styrofoam, and I will drop to the ground as if poleaxed.
Tech problems. Or, more importantly, the ‘noise’ of tech problems. I have very sensitive hearing, and for some reason, hearing a fan out-of-whack or something not running right in my car just shuts me down, often for quite some time.
Poop.
As a soon-to-be-graduating nursing student (two weeks – go me!) I’ve been exposed to every type of foulness you care to name. Blood? Bring it on. Vomit? No problem. Mucus? Whatever. Pus? Cool. Suctioning quarts of gunk out of a tracheostomy? Old hand. Gaping wounds, open heart surgery, C-sections, rashes, injuries, deformities of every description? Yawn.
The one thing I have a hard time with is poop. I try to be stoic about it, and tell myself “It’s just poop – everyone does it.” But the smell just makes me gag.
I have a strategy, though. When I start working, I’m going to carry a small bottle of cologne and spray some into a mask when I have to deal with it.
I can totally relate to this one, I hate even doing stuff like eyedrops. This is the reason I’ve always worn glasses and never moved to contacts. My plan right now is to just go straight from glasses to LASIK 
Could well be something by Lucio Fulci. There’s a razor-to-the-eye scene in The New York Ripper, and many of his other films feature equally graphic eye trauma (Zombie and The Beyond being notable examples).
As for my personal “kryptonite”, it’s hard to say. Off the top of my head, the one thing that is certain to defeat me and render me utterly powerless is being roped into attending the Large Pointless Gathering. The LPG is defined as any group of people, any two of whom are unlikely to know each other, that congregate seemingly for the sole purpose of existing in the same general area as an arbitrarily large number of OTHER people they don’t know. Alcohol is often involved, but is not required to achieve LPG status. In an LPG, one-on-one human interrelation on a level that might distinguish oneself as a sentient individual is strongly discouraged, and attempts at such are likely to result only in strange looks and shunning.
Though the reasoning behind purposefully gathering the most diverse collection of people possible while simultaneously ensuring that nobody gets to know one another beyond clothing preference and “one time I was so drunk”-style anecdotes escapes me, I can accept that, for some reason, people wish to do this. For me, though, such an environment is damned near soul-crushing, and I’ll avoid it where possible. Where NOT possible, I’ll be the guy sitting quietly in a chair watching everyone else as I try to figure out what the point is (of course, there won’t be one, as it is a Large Pointless Gathering, but I continue to try nonetheless). Feel free to come yell “WOOOOOO!” at me or inform me that I’m gay; these seem to be the popular forms of communication at this type of thing.
ETA: Cervaise beat me to Zombie, but I still get points for the other two. 