Richard Garriott is so damn good at what he does, that life on Earth is becoming incredibly boring. Tons of games produced: checked. Awesome ideas that revolutionized the gaming industry: checked. Tons o' money to spend mindlessly on various things: checked. And finally, spare time: checked.
So why bother staying here, on this God forsaken planet, when one such as our Lord British can just... take off
into space? For a mere 30 million USD, Garriott is journeying beyond the stars (literally), into a 10-day boyscout trip to the International Space Station.
His father, Owen, who was also a spaceman in 1973 (at least, for 60 days), is supervising the whole thing from the mission control center, in Moscow. Right next to that vodka distillery.